I'm a girl
Who's lost
Her shoe
At a taxi rank
And wonders
How she'll
Make it home
Without stepping
On certain stones.
[The shoe
Is in the bag
Of a bum
On barbiturates.]
I am a shoe
In a bag
Stuff crashing
Down on me
But not a foot -
Not hers.
I am a shoe
In a dream
I wonder,
Could I walk
Away from this?
[I am a shoe
And wondering is
Not what I do.]
I wonder where my twin is.
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