Ticket to Write – 46

The Teal Heels

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Ambling down the road
bare feet scuffing the gravel, shoes
dangling from my hand
I am myself. Not even
the slight grease of dark lipstick
detracts from the practicality
of jeans and leather jacket.
At the bus stop
I halt
step up onto cork platforms
buckle teal leather straps
& straighten
suddenly I am
an Amazon or Bond girl
simultaneously intimidating
as 5⅔ feet high becomes six
(ever notice
how worried men get
when a woman is taller?)
& fragile, slowed
from a powerful surging stride
to a hip-swinging strut.
The front of my mind knows
it is insanely irresponsible
to be alone
in the city
at night
in high heels.
The back is busy admiring
this ephemeral creation
who will stalk along dressed as me
until I step down off the shoes.

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