Paintings of women, of anguish

What is edible? What is appetite? What is far-fetched?
What would it feel like to wear these shoes on carpet?
Oh, how I love these colors.
Why are the toes so pointy?
Once upon a time I did wear shoes like these and a short skirt
and I even stopped traffic, in Rome,
strange men calling out from their cars
and I wasn't even alone I was with a man and my hair was in a ponytail
and I was young, so young.
These shoes make me think of kindergarten, of chewing, of teething rings, of danger, of misstep, of agony, of black light posters, of velvet paintings, of candy, of twisted ankles, of too much to drink, of just enough to drink, of nothing to drink, of money, of debt, of loss, of time, of too much to eat of nothing to eat of panic of satisfaction of denial of parties of paintings of women, of anguish.
Clicking down the street. The sound of feet.

(Macy's Herald Square shoe department afforded me this photo.)