You take my money and buy her shoes,
but they are garage sale shoes
shoes with holes already in them
and the rest you pocket for perfume
or film noir
with tall dark men
in trenchcoats
grabbing your biceps
and pulling you close
to kiss
while our baby
walks with holes in her shoes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
shame on him! ! ! ! i really mean it