joseph goosey : “lost shoes”

 

A woman came up to me today: I've lost my shoes! She said. Can you find them for me?!? No. I told her. How am I supposed to find your shoes? JUST FIND THEM! Clearly this one was not to be denied. (Her husband does some sort of offensive construction work around town and they drive around in an electric golf cart.) I walked into a dark room and stood there for 25 seconds thinking about the woman's tit job and how it was a novelty at best and that led me to thinking about her
Harvard educated plastic surgeon and why he couldn't produce much more of a masterpiece for the public eye to consume. When I finally remembered I was supposed to walk out of the closet I walked out of the closet. There she was, tit job and all standing there in white tennis shoes. I FOUND THEM! She told me. Good. I said. She walked back to her car. She was off to drink tea or play tennis poorly or purchase gift wrap or whatever it is folks like that do.

 

Joseph Goosey, 21, lacks a Ph.D. in creative writing from Yale University. Some recent poetry can be seen or will be seen in 34th Parallel, Prick Of The Spindle, Neon, Remark, Locust, ESC! & he believes a few others. He lives around Jacksonville, Florida, where he has 2 white cats & loves a red head.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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