Visiting With Those Darn Shoes

VISITING WITH THOSE DARN SHOES accused of goodie two shoes “why are you so darn honest,” a wild cousin once quipped, as she helped her son with cable wires as doorbells drilled in our heads, hiding evidence. the bells of saint mary’s church a holy honest place, tinkling with grace and hiding fugitives. one shaking in her quaker boots, leaden legs sent to deal with the establishment, that mental place, a quickening of sick. and laughter ding dongs in the rafters, quilts on the wired clothes live lies. later to return to the scene where a peep is heard, “turn me off” – a vibrating toy? my cousin chides, “well, at least it didn’t say turn me on” two shoes step lightly, across the squeaky floorboards, two shoes left outside, two in trash disposal, two feet missing from a beat, cancer had the last laugh boy, do i miss her! Kim Rodrigues © 2017 In loving memory of my cousin