Walking with extra height,
she is now twice as high
as her friends,
she casts a long shadow
on bus steps,
birds, teachers,
window washers wonder
tower or girl?
(She suffers from vertigo)
In speech class, she hisses
her eses with confidence,
knowing what trees, women,
giraffe feel like as they
eat upright,
turn their heads to sun,
languidly sip contrails,
And the sun is closer,
the universe almost within reach.
The first two lines of this poem is taken from a brief interview I held with Merry about wearing her new high heeled shoes to school (for the record and my reputation, they are not true high heels).
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She thinks they are.
That's what counts.
You hit it right on: when we feel, we know. We stand taller and suddenly know confidence, or at least have insight into those who do. But can we still walk, is the question.
Good insights, Uncle Dino and Amy. . .
as to being able to still walk, we'll just keep her away from stilletos for a while. I want her feet to be intact when she's an old woman.
"tower or girl"...I so love this image.
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