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Poem: Ill Fitting

She wears shoes that fit
Like she does in her life
Ill fitting hard and rigid
That she contorts herself
To fit in conforming
All the while uncomfortable
Aching to stretch her toes
Free of the constraints
To feel comfort naturally
Versus shoehorned into standards
That someone else made
Hammering away at the ideal
Never touching the flesh
Meant to fill out the uniform fit
Widely adopted and fashionable
Without ever being worn
Outside the public eye

An attempt to make a concrete poem as a response to Ingrid’s prompt over at dVerse.

Copyright © 2021 TJS Sherman All rights reserved.


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