Invest in Good Shoes and Relationships

By Lindsey Peacock

You were

paper thin 

like the soles 

of my cheap boots.

No support on our journey 

No warmth from cutting winds or words

No end to the dull aches

so I 

T

     I

P

     T

O

     E

D

Dancing 

an unnatural posture

pirouetting

pigeon-toed on

balls of throbbing feet.

Wary of

your paper-thin patience

your paper-thin temper

your paper-thin grasp on reality.

If heels never touch 

that mine-covered floor

the explosive truth

won’t detonate:

The time for dancing is over.

It’s time to run.


Lindsey is a reformed Southerner who has called Canada home for the last 14 years. She's a first reader with EVENT and Room, a recovering print journalist, and has a collection of poems forthcoming in Blood and Bourbon

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