I’m a goat up here. I’ll eat anything
anyone dishes up.
tiptoeing mincingly over the ground
(not offending anyone, am I?)
heels stashed high
into calves, hidden,
swallowed up the knee,
such pretty gluttony I soon forget
that once I swaddled soles in dirt,
white flesh smacked to black soil.
Ten priapic stumps exited young boys.
They promise me a well-intentioned man
for each set of well-heeled shoes.
I own forty pairs.
I could be polygamous
if I weren’t so damned female.