Deliberately created
Of one's desire.
Flipping
One glossy page
After another.
Of a dream
Sold.
Found
Periodically
In the mailbox.
Releasing
A soft sigh
Of desire.
As the sound
Of heels clicking
With each step
Taken.
Is pure heaven
To my soul.
Wondering
Does that shoe/boot
Come in
My size?
Budgeting
Whether or not
I can afford
Them.
Darn you
For sending
That catalogue.
Therisa © 2016
Author's note: This morning, a local chain of footwear sent out, their quarterly catalogue, they'll carrying this season. In the past, I have bought a gorgeous pair of winter boots that are simply divine, to wear. Only to lost, when my mom raided my storage locker, nine years ago, after I told her, to leave it alone. Sadly, it wasn't the only thing, she lost or damaged, in her misguided attempt to be helpful. Thankfully, I don't to deal with her, anymore, as I severed all ties, with her, 4 years ago, in early November. Don't need the stress or anxiety attacks, when having to deal with her transphobia and denial of it.
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