In heaven
I will wear Jimmy Choo
and the wings of Victoria Secret.
Words that cement me to this era, this moment.
But someday.
Someday
history's concrete will be jack-hammered away
and the earth beneath it
revealed,
redeemed
and restored to the garden it first was.
It will be there I will rest,
when my wings tire of soaring,
admiring my shoes.
1 comment:
awesome. everytime i read it i find something new. more, please.
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