The Other Shoe
About this Book
A chapbook collection of twenty-two poems, winner of the 2003-04
Pavement Saw poetry chapbook competition.
“Brief narrative poems marked by haunting ambiguities…An act of literary levitation in a book that entices and delights but refuses complete resolution.”
-Washington Poets Association Newsletter
Pavement Saw Press, 2005
paper €5.00 $6.00
Read a poem from this book
The Other Shoe
“My other shoe’s got to be somewhere,” she said,
“or does this bed of yours eat them up?”
I watched her head disappear–
leaving a view of her man’s red shirt,
unbuttoned but covering her back,
and of her bottom with its reinstated
white cotton panties.
“Success at last,” came her muffled voice,
and she scuttled backward on her knees.
“Christ, but it’s dirty in there,” she said,
dropping her sneaker and picking at a dust ball.
“You should hire me to clean your place, professor.
It’s another one of my talents.”
“Don’t professor me here,” I said, reaching out,
but she was up on her feet too quick
and stepping into her jeans.
Her hair was wildly awry, but it hardly mattered.
It suited her red face and its lack of make-up.
They don’t make them as old as they used to.
I was glad I wouldn’t have to give her a lift
back to her dorm–
she had said she preferred to walk–
but I did wonder what we would say to each other,
what arrangements we would make.
At the door she gave me a kiss
so brief that we scarcely touched.
“I like your perfume, professor,” she said.
“You might give me a bottle sometime.”
And with that she was gone.
I did not have to drive her back.
But I would have to read her essay on Georgia O’Keefe,
making the usual allowances, of course,
and perhaps a few more.