What I thought of in the Shoe Shop
By Christopher Willard • Nov 26th, 2009 • Category: PoetryI am Borges walking on a stamped path by an icy river kicking ice crust with brown leather.
I am a Balinese girl, Pandjerah, gamelan player number ten.
I am godson of a famous actor who has never made a film better than Zaat.
I am Cezanne’s gardener, watering hot Aix jonquilles with l’eau vert.
I am the black-eyed [...]
