Split

I'm trying a little different kind of poem today.

Easter Shoes

Mommy bought me a pair.

shoes white as a bonnet.
“These are your Easter shoes.”
knew the Easter Bunny.
scarred me under the bed.

I hated cellophane.

still do the yellow.
Like wrappin a land-mine,
ain’t it?  Darling?
a little puppy?

Ain’t they?  see how?

they fit?  perfect?
“I hafta pinch em.
see if they’re tied.
see if I’m awake.”

The knot in my throat.

around my neck.
Little things like a puppy.
(she’s white
the shoes) [darling things]

around my puppy neck.

Wanna try em on?
check their fit?
happy the white.
horn dance.

“Bold steps

little boy, little puppy.
Know this knot?
we’re tied together now.
pinkie promisers forever.”