Others may walk a mile in my shoes much easier than me.

I’m too wide and willful,
wondering why the world’s width
won’t withstand a wider work.

Instead it’s styled solely for soldiers
with soles small enough to sink
into stifling and static confines.

Toes and character curl and compress to comply.

It seems the sole recourse for my sole
is to stretch the seams
expose my toes
and stand
hoping things expand…

My shoes don’t fit
and I’m tired of it.

But better to be than be not before having been,
Befuddled, bewildered, and bummed as we may become.