Tuesday
415 pm:
nancy
browsed Zappo’s sale section
apathetically
looking at boots named: Passion, Throne, Claudia, Lets Walk, Bullet, Peak
she
particularly enjoyed Nines West's line of oh so desperate black boots: Too
Late, Cashy, Platnium, Had It All...
was the
owner desperate or the boot she wondered aloud
a co worker
snapped her neck
what was
that?
no ugh
nothing says nancy
and it was
back to the boots
more women’s
names than others: Alison, Angie, Janessa, Daisy, Fatimah, Joan of Arctic™,
Tiffany...
there was no
nancy in the sale section, size 8, black boots
525 pm:
subway train
ride home
no
headphones
no book
trying not
to catch a stranger’s eye, leaning hat head rested on Poly(methyl methacrylate),
the same waterbottle
chasing a
rat or was the rat chasing it? up and down the aisles up and down
a boy came
through the doors, large home made sugar cookies in a cardboard box,
cookies a
dollar
no money,
sorry says nancy
tinny bass
sounds, at least 3 different languages, whispers, shouts, stop at city hall,
interchange of passengers bringing new conversations, wistful young couples,
young professionals in overcoats and boots and tweed
nancy
wonders what woman’s name is attached to another young woman’s boots with
a jaunty
step off onto the platform of her destination
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