| Jonathan Berger's Poetry: Poem of the Day |
| THE NEW SHOES To you, I am the new shoes uncomfortable, blocky, a regular pain beneath your heel. You hope that you’ll wear me down, fit me into your day, make me a charming accessory. You expect me to shape myself to your will: comfortable, tidy. You want me to fit like a glove until, eventually, I am everything you expect, everything you hoped for, as you toss me away regretfully; the old shoes. I do not accept that plan. I will not fit so conveniently, so comfortably. I am not your new shoes to be ground beneath your heel until I am soullessly tossed aside. I am more than that, and you might do well to remember that before I give you the boot. |