Poem: Sho(v)e|s

my revolution wears dirt like lipstick
and god d|ess the blood is gorgeous

 if you'd just get close enough to taste my scrapes

under gauze & plaster
I fell on the ice again

                                   in practical shoes

I'm not authentic — just clumsier than you

gagamama gold your shoes
while I scrape mud from soles

                                           we made you
                                           my boobs are deadly too
suffocation instead of flame

                                     I don't need to be a cyborg
                                     but I am
                                                   playing one in bed

to be ugly
to be   human, barely
to be grotesque
                           how often must I cut my hair
                        to repair split ends
                                                      into artifice?

        once you're heeled you can't control

falling more than my feet
can change the snow

Written in response to Big Tent Poetry’s Monday Prompt for 3 January 2011 (aka my birthday).
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6 comments for “Poem: Sho(v)e|s

  1. January 8, 2011 at 12:52 am

    Elizabeth, suits the prompt perfectly:)
    love the part about being human.
    A big happy birthday to you and many more.
    Pamela

  2. January 8, 2011 at 6:26 am

    It does something to my mind. And I like that.

    I write notes here…

  3. January 8, 2011 at 6:09 pm

    I like tripping with this…

    • Ria
      September 3, 2012 at 9:07 pm

      So cute! Did you ever have to memorize and reitce a poem when you were a kid?I remember we had to pick a Robert Frost poem to reitce in 4th grade.However, at the time I was a little slacker, so I picked the shortest one Fire & Ice! Fire & IceSome say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice.From what I’ve tasted of desireI hold with those who favor fire.But if it had to perish twice,I think I know enough of hateTo say that for destruction iceIs also greatAnd would suffice.I didn’t realize at the time how powerful and profound a poem I had chosen. I was too busy being thankful for it’s short 9 lines!

  4. January 10, 2011 at 6:22 pm

    Very cleverly done, from the title right down to the last line. (The last lines are, indeed, my favorite part!)

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