The Broken Sandal

“Dreamed the thong of my sandal broke.

Nothing to hold it to my foot.

How shall I walk?

Barefoot?

The sharp stones, the dirt. I would

hobble.

And–

Where was I going?

Where was I going I can’t

go to now, unless hurting?

Where am I standing, if I’m

to stand still now?” -Denise Levetrov

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