I am a boot.

I have a bootstrap.

I pick myself up by it

Every time I get up off of the toilet.

One boot.

One butt,

One buttonhole heart,

So deeply etched in stitches,

Two sizes too small,

Til an independent soul stole it

And gave it back all stretched out,

Wrapped up and tucked into 

That other boot that I'd been missing.

So now I'm a pair.

So...there!

-jenn