Uggs: An Ode
They're greyer forecasts
then the meal of fashion
fornicating for my feet
to fall upon.

My feet are dogs,
leaving the rest of
whole self (a reformation
of selfhood) selfish;
merely the lower
half of something that
cannot be anything but
whole.

The ugg
is an example
of fucked up Americanism
at its best – its worst a throw
back to a mukluk – I wear
them anyway, like I
wear my sex, or my makeup.

Like I would wear
any shoe to distract
and connect with you.