today a book asked me
what does it mean to be American
and all I could think about
was marching on for hours
looking for the entrance to the Moskovskii Zoopark
watching skinny Russians eat pounds and pounds of ice cream
walking for miles, all over the city, in their high-heeled, pointy-toed shoes
and not having any place to sit down
it was a sci-fi world of cement
and there was a blister on my heel
when I took off my shoe
which was pink and had a bow on it
blood spilled out
dripping in little drops onto the sidewalk
and I realized
my foot is bleeding
which reminded me of Cinderella's sisters
and of the Little Mermaid
and appealed to my sense of pride
because feet only bleed if they're sensitive.
how do they walk so far
in more brutal shoes than mine
and never even wince?
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