Darn high heels. Come on, come on.

They don't wear high heels.

Builtup heels, cauliflower ear, brown toupee.

One of the heels had been darned with some silk that didn't quite match.

You don't comb your hair, no makeup, wear military heels, you remind them of their wives.

They accompany me wherever I go in my life, and I fill them with all sorts of things, records of my lived experience so watercolor paintings, drawings of what I see, dead flowers, dead insects, pasted ticket stubs, rusting coins, business cards, writings.