the italian

Tangled boots
A sculpture’s muse
He’s been watching me all evening
I’m not myself
So freely stealth
For him I will step outside
Twisting
Writhing
In a sea
Of tangled boots
Nondescript
As a “name” implies
My shoes are telling him nothing

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