not too far from where i've been

so this is yet another waste of my time dedicated to a great waste of time Ms. Be Hope , herself. 

of course, that isn't her real name, but it gives enough for her to know i mean her. pathetic, i know.

not far from where i've been

i'll be there
when your glass slippers
crack-

it will be worse than
the eggshells we keep in
our feet and around ourselves

and the shattering
will scatter things beautifully

enough to paint the floor
with our toes
(our pretty prints)

and we'll write out
our lives,
there in our steps
with lo(v/n)ely shades of red we
can water down without assistance

with clearly defined lines
for us to dance upon-

an ephemeral waltz
conducted without regard to whether
or not we were on or over those
dense edges

those bloody boundaries

those peripheral margins which
these shoes were meant to walk on
and that's just what they'll do

and they'll trample down this
god damn city looking for the answers
you left in the bandages
that haven't stayed on

and never will