25 January 2013

These Boots

Hear my confession under moonglow:
I have owned emus and bearpaws and 
aussie dogs—and lately I’m wearing them
double-time because—hey—it’s cold in 
and outside—and I like being barefoot 
and a little defiant as my best friend says 
You wouldn’t catch ME dead in those 
teeny-bopper-sluff-alongs and my sister 
poets won't (or can't) wear them.  Alone
at home, I slip on my What the Fluffers 
(with, granted, hidden prosthetics) and 
sluff and I scuff and I stroll along side-
walks, main streets and moon walks, too.

For my friend, Nancy K. Truly I am grinning as I write . . . .

Posted at Poets United "Poetry Pantry #134."  

There will never be aFFF right day to post thiths Copyright © 2013 S.L.Chast.



Brian Miller said...

i need a video of you moon walking in them...smiles...barefoot is the best...as soon as i get home shoes off and free...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love it! I'm the kind of person who buys those huge animal slippers as gifts for other people - just to see the looks on their faces when they open them! I do a lot of scuffing, too.

Kay L. Davies said...

I love it, too.
I buy expensive prosthetic insoles for my walking shoes, but I scuff around the house all day in open-toed slippers, except when the house is cold.