We are leaving tonight. The only thing I had time to grab
were the high heel shoes on the bookshelf – sanguine,
snake skin, strappy – an accident waiting to happen.
If I had thought it through, I would have taken the
Duras instead.
A reckless decision – why we thought that
if we didn’t
go
at once, it wouldn’t happen, we’d never happen. And
so
many times you’d leave me running after you, running away
from me, running away from you – you in your night jacket
with the neon-safe-orange lining the way.
Maybe I grabbed the shoes
because I knew I couldn’t run
in them even if I wanted to. We are leaving tonight, leaving
together – with only you to brace me, only you to read.
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