“She Runs in Heels”
All manners ignored, all poise indiscrete,
a bun-haired corporate valkyrie on Congress Street
Bolts past the midday crowds on hobbled feet.
Her legs pumping as steady as wheels,
Her steps unthrottled as she runs in heels.
Taunt calf muscles clad in panty hose
Clench with each impact of heel and toes,
then a pause for the body to recompose.
Powered by Cosmo-sanctioned 400 calorie meals,
The world stops to watch her running in heels.
Pedestrians scan for the source of sound:
The clack clack, click click feminine pound
That signals a woman perched four inches above ground.
The head of a construction worker reels
to stare at her skirt as she runs in heels.
And her porcelain face yields no clue
About what goal she is propelled to pursue
In the world’s most impractical shoe.
The intrigue of it all! I’m dying to feel
The sublime confinement of running in heels.
–Meredith
