found farther and farther out
I stand still in my shoes, my
sardine tin shoes. They open with a key the corners
correct my pigeon toes my
feet have a left hand bias
I stand still.
My love rummages my attic he
gathers my shoes places them around me
in concentric circles arranges them
like almonds on fruit cake
my love rummages.
He nudges the shoes tightening the circle we
are points on the restless circle
he orbits the circumference I
stand still in the center
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Marisa Capetta is a Christchurch artist and poet published in The Press, Takahē, International Literary Quarterly, Crest to Crest Anthology of Canterbury poets, Shot Glass Journal, a guest reader for the 2010 Canterbury Poets Collective autumn season of readings and Gap Filler, secretary for Takahē Collective Trust and treasurer for the CPC. This poem was written during typees with Joanna Preston, an important teacher and influence. It explores tensions and dynamics of relationships.