Of all things to filch,
you chose shoestrings
perhaps because you
don’t get the mechanics of it:
how something so fluffy and flimsy;
how anglets could hold the entire weight of boots.
But if I were you, I would have
pilfered a column of good books
but where is the good head?
Where is the patience to dwell
on sentences poised to shape your life?
Where are the exotic cuisine,
platters of pasta & proposed writing,
Of all things to filch
you chose shoestrings.
Shoestrings is not in my new book, A Woman’s Body is a Country.