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.