barrels gamboling barrels by Ryan NarceOn 4 February ella sent me a box.
Inside were a pair of tiny, pointed shoes, with raised heels
like in a detective story.
I wore them outside,
beholding the average smell of average spoilt wheat and
average april dogshit,
before finally cracking my left ankle on the porch steps.
I threw the little pointy black shoes at the wall.
They were hissing, almost.
09/25/2002 Posted on 05/13/2011 Copyright © 2024 Ryan Narce
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