a poem: “in a shoe not yet broken-in”

like a foot in a shoe not yet broken-in my heart clenches and if it’s not about size then what? wine, coffee, beer, maybe tea such a sononymy, daughternomy and childnessness and infants out of wedlock —they’re not mine I can’t move (so apt that “m” and “l” are neighbors on the keyboard— much closer […]