Butt-Ugly Booties

I try to try these booties on, they criss and cross too many ways.

I cannot tell which side is up, they’re on a different side from me.

The colors are a horror, more Halloween or Hitchcock.

I’d rather freeze my tootsies off than wear these ugly things.

They’re what my mother lent to me to celebrate this day.

I hope no one will see them underneath my wedding dress.

Response poem to: https://livingpoetry.net/2023/12/04/december-visual-poetry-prompt-7/

published in Garden of Neuro