My Ex-Boyfriend was a Pair of Shoes

 

Your singing barcode banter:

like heels bought on a whim,

tight on the instep slick at the tip-

I thought I could get used to it.

Your dancing debt ensued overdraft

and I had to laugh,

"what an insane purchase" resumed from the past.

Still clip clop it never stops,

and I will polish them tomorrow,

another bought reversed to borrow,

every temptation climaxed in a re-gift;

never looked into the interest rates,

if only I had chosen to shoplift.

Your flashing electric advertising the next sale,

but the wearing- in ain’t worth it.

My unnecessary accessory;

a swipe I should have snubbed,

I will return you like so many

pairs of fancy one wear wonders,

hitting the street on calloused feet,

receipt in hand I dust your scuffed souls

thinking, "next time I'll buy something that keeps out the cold; "

invest in practical kicks for more than the rush of resist.

Yet a noble purchase is not easily one,

so I skip in new patent leather looking for pleasure

in the refund.

* Originally published at www.locustmagazine.com