my feet

confined in a shoe
they long to be painted bright
waiting for summer

massaged by soft hands
painted pink with profession
this is heavenly

strapped in a sandal
they begin to grow a stench
longing for a bath

pounding the pavement
rhythmic in repetition
blisters are forming

stuffed in 3" heels
they cry out in agony
where are my slippers?

slouching in slippers
they warm quickly in thick terry
finally they rest