there is something
totally unnerving to me
about a single abandoned shoe
in a parking lot.
where is the other one?
where is the foot- the owner?
when did this happen?
did the person have to hobble off?
They had to notice they lost a
was it a Cinderella situation?
did someone race home before midnight-
lest be shamed?
would it be best if I tried the rottenflop
on every maiden’s foot in the land?
was the person kidnapped?
were they forcefully abducted and
torn away from this life-
into a sack,
calling the four walls of a car trunk
are they waiting for a chance of escape
for the final release from ongoing pain
forever unknown to me?
so many damn questions
but the intrigue, it lingers-
did the person lose it out of a moving
kicked their leg in summer bliss to the beat of song
and laughed about it later,
was someone fed up with the ill-fitting shoe
and chucked it,
and are now being forced to wear a mismatched pair
now that the anger has worn off
and the embarrassment has set in?
was the person crazy?
one of the many escaped or released patients
from the blocks and blocks of hospitals downtown
frothing with fading restraining medication,
and frenzied with schizo motivation-
barking at people in a single scuffed shoe-
I just realized that I still haven’t left my
and have been only staring at this damn flip flop-
for a time longer than anyone should, but
Is the owner even still alive?