Boot
Elizabeth Wadsworth Ellis
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Neither military high-top nor cowboy kick-butt boot, not Bootsie nor Booty Call, nor slinky thigh-high stiletto, my boots are downright homey, inner shell scented; outer, mud-hued. Neither shiny nor young nor ashamed they provide a natural sedative of warmth. loose-laced or up-tight, like am the umbrella that doesn’t get left behind, the car door that opens, the alarm clock that never sleeps. I take the hit of ice and puddles, uphold the ankle rule. Upstanding citizen that I am, hard-soled, shock absorber; goat-hoofed, jeep. Ride me.
Flash Issue 13
Elizabeth’s work was published in Antonym, Barzakh, Bluntly, Bell, Coffin Bell, Denver Quarterly, isotrope, Meow Meow Pow Pow Lit, O:JA&L, Oregon State’s “45th Parallel,” Poached Hare, The GroundUp, Underwood, Vermilion, VoiceCatcher, and Wingless Dreamer.
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