again, with compassion

She walks like the stick up her ass
has become a source of pride. Hobbled
by heels that look like thick wicker stilts,
she's become comfortable at that height
I guess? But she looks so far from it!
Like a flightless bird,
ready to topple
as her shoulders begin to draw inward,
as if pulling in wings.
There's no wind.
She makes her way leaning forward,
her feet scuttling to catch up.
I gaze after her, and wish there could be some way
I could let her know
I could tell her that
despite this whole patronizing,
belittling series of observations
about her body
and walk,
I would totally, totally
do her