I find the pair of white sneakers
in the back of my closet
worn once then abandoned
because she said I look like
an old man wearing them
I am old
old enough to be her father
a real bit of Oedipus in that sense
I also want to fuck
her
and so as Father figure
full of lust for my
would be daughter
I stash the sneaker
in the closet
and do the best to
forget
they're there
a haunting presence
the ghost I imagined
in the closet growing up
waiting to leap out at me
full of teeth and claws
Time’s Unwanted Chariot
dragging me to the eventual Doom
while the sneakers
stir under dress shoes
and old garments that
slipped off hangers
a not so elaborate striptease
I always imagined her doing
those long nights
long ago
when we texted each other in the dark
white shoes for an old man
with pretensions of
being young
lusting after his
offspring
the way all men young or old do
but most of all for
he, I think
as I take them the shoes out to the trash bin
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