March 2005 / Volume VI / Issue II
Christopher L. Cussat
A Nonsense of Fashion

The beautiful people talk about shoes
and yester-whatever’s flesh conquests

or they complain about not
finding something sacred and magical
amid the rubble of a quarter-lifetime
of settling for the next boy-girl-man-woman
that completes them where the last
left off

They are the beautiful ones
and do not need to notice shoes bought on the sale rack
or recognize two parents in Middletown, Wherever
who never taught them about shoes and who somehow
through luck, fate or naiveté found each other
and laid claim to the prize of a softer world

Sometimes I walk barefoot
and the ground seems to give

So I cock my head down slightly
and pretend to limp when someone is near

because I do not want to be ordinary