cotton stockings

crumple at the toe

a knot of discomfort

that pulls at the seams

of feet too small to know

the gravity of conditioning

where “we’ll see”

means “i’ll love you if”

and the ballet slippers 

alone own no agility 

the screen door yawns

releasing the ecstasy of dog

and she follows

with bobby socks

and grass-stained knees

to a red-haired boy

beneath the trees

what shall we play?

what do you need?

a freckled grin

let’s wait and see

it’s early yet

he set her free


Our bodies say “I love you”. Soul knows you already are what you speak, that which truly unites.

© M.G. Iannucci 2017

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