| Jonathan Berger's Poetry: Poem of the Day |
| THE SHOES She cursed me from start to finish. Me… and the shoes. "Those damned shoes," she said, "They're so uncomfortable. I need to wear them in. "Those damned shoes," she continued, "I never should have worn new shoes for a night on the town. "Those damned shoes," she exclaimed, "the heels are too high – and too thin. How is anyone supposed to wear these?" "These damned shoes," she moaned, "They hurt my feet, and the color doesn't go with any other outfits." "Damn these shoes," she said, and turned "And you, for making me wear them. You're a man, and to please you, I puff out my chest and I bear my toes and I wear these shoes and I smile my smile and listen to your dumb chatter and inane thoughts - and you don't even appreciate it." "I appreciate it!" I said, but she didn't believe. "If you understand what I'm going through," she kicked me, "Then how could you possibly be smiling?" And I couldn't tell her, smiling there like the cat with canary cake I wouldn't say how happy I was, that she was cursing those shoes, those awful shoes, those damnable nightmarish things she wore, new for me. |