i buy my boots, i buy them well. standing
in the checkout line
i feel your empty gaze, your spirit quenched,
the
sighting
of a brand new leather pair and i
buy them too much.
i cannot stop.
you pair them with a gauze wrapping, a cold aura.
i stand (lonesome) in my shoes,
sweating as if in a sauna,
looking at you back. i wonder
how much it cost to buy your affection.
i
need it for myself....
