Walk in my shoes

Walk a while in my shoes

Not the comfortable flats

But the stilettos

Thin straps wrapped around the foot.

Straps that cut into into the flesh

If I wear these too long.

Gracefully arching my toes,

Pushing up my calves

And all the way up my back

Makin their presence felt.

Walk a while in these lovelies

Placing one careful foot after another

Small mincing steps

Trying not to put too much pressure on the heel

If it breaks, there’s a problem

Saunter down the street

Deftly avoiding the potholes

And bumps

Holding a bag or two

And try to hurry through the rain

And then try to be called a slowpoke.