There is a 
preconceived notion
about
shoes -
and the people
who like them.

When she comes
in the mailroom
with glee,
and calls me a liar of happiness,
because I've missed the fact
that shoes have arrived,
I think of the time I was in 
a foreign country
with a big suitcase,
the size of
a small foreign car's trunk.

In the case, I had:
some
paper
and
a lot of
empty space.

My girlfriend saw the space -
And put it to good use
by filling it with shoes.

Perhaps my
"preconceived notion",
that in the grand physics
of the cosmos,
women are inexorably 
linked to shoes,
is unfounded.

But I'm glad that women
like shoes.
It makes
for
a
very
mysterious
life.