Three Line Lunch: Nice Shoes
a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 323
Morning: “We can’t afford those shoes,” I say. “You force me into this role,” says Elise,
“You’ve had the same shoes for years. You need new ones. I buy them and you complain.”
Afternoon: I bump into Susan strolling in Atwater. “Nice shoes,” she says.