—after Amy Gerstler’s poem “Watch”
For some strange reason I had wanted to have [my father’s] shoes, the shoes he was wearing when he died…and was sad to learn they had been incinerated.They were just a pair of old shoes, untied,
—Amy Gerstler, commenting on “Watch”
Scuffed on the side of the left one
Deeply scarred near the front of the right one.
