I Won’t Wear Heels For You Anymore.

I finalized a divorce today
In such comfortable shoes
and deserved it So. Much.

I journeyed back to Eden in those shoes.
They were good for walking,
and ugly,
and allll mine.

I like, totally ate that damned apple again.

I sat under the same tree,
my stomach full,
and I felt no shame.

Juice and drool splattered down,
and I didn’t clean it up.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

I chose my Lot this time
and did not become salt.
I looked back with a smile,
And was forgiven,
Because this time I ran in comfortable shoes.

Did you see me, man of equal descent but unequal blame?
Did you see me in my comfiest shoes?
I did not wear them for you.

Too long you hid in your cigar scented room,
The one with leather chairs,
and mahogany cabinets,
and that classy polished bar.

You thought you had become Furniture there too.

You confidently named yourself
Descendant of Trojans,
But marble statues of the past
Do not win future wars.

The eyes of Adams
Who lied through trimmed mustaches,
And escaped these changing tides
only in death,
Turn to judge you now.

You.

You who allowed their mastery of Eves to crumble.

Can you feel their gaze when you look in the mirror?
When you wear tight pants?
When you order a meal?
When you speak
and no one listens?
Is it heavy, Atlas?

They will measure your skull in the afterlife While my sisters and I,
In our most comfortable shoes,
Dance in wicked Salem circles
Around your cherished Apollos
And seize the chariot reigns.

I will be sure to steal your battle armor,
No doubt more comfortable than mine.