about my feet
in the dirt and
wear and tear
of the summer barefoot months
even then
i knew
princesses had feet
soft and delicate
to float amongst clouds
a sign of privilege
later, i longed
for
a natural sole
toughened
i wanted to be a boy
to run across pavement
crawl though imaginary jungles
of prickly weeds
maybe all i want now
is a new pair of heels
(still size six)
to prance about in
that i can kick off
to burrow my toes
in the mud
after rain
