8 Inche

8 Inche

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier

8 Inch

 

The pain of hunger

bothersome at best,

I’d settle for crust

about now.

 

Famished;

not in the classic sense,

but one of wanting,

and the unfortunate belief

that “it” will never happen.

 

Who knows.

 

Every day that passes

pushes my dream

further away.

 

Just out of reach.

 

I should put on some

8 inch stilettos

and give it another go.

 

Though last time

I twisted my ankle.

 

Then it was farther still.

© 2010 Abigale LeCavalier


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