At the milonga
I sit in the row of girls
and compare notes
on homemade remedies
and orthopedic options
for various ailments of the foot.
We watch shoes go by,
suede ruffles, metallic polka dots,
silver glitter and slinky straps.
Cinderella had her glass slippers
Dorothy her red shoes
My magic shoes are black
and have been resoled twice.
No Comme Il Faut stilettos for me
I need shoes I can walk miles in,
Miles backwards and with my eyes closed.
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