narrator thomas vale youve sat in the next pew from me since we were seventeen and how youve grown into a woman that i barely know there you are across the aisle peekin out from behind john chapter 5 and i swear youre makin eyes in that same old satin dress that covers every bit of flesh from neck to shoe those little round toed shoes little round shoes a glimpse of powder perfumed wrists slippin out of knit lace sleeves as you pull a hymnal from your seat gloved hands grip page 38 teeth gums tongue escape their proud flesh cage of lips that only sing and pray collar tight round slender neck heaving flexing screaming how great thou art were skin and blood and sins apart little round shoes you married the man by your side when we were twenty five and my skin screams at all the things youve let him see sweating through your bridal lace o the victory the wait his hard square hands tremble as you guide them down over buttons hooks and clasps garters stockings andat lastthose little strings to shoes that promise everything little round shoes theres nothing that i wouldnt do to get off your little round shoes o the women that ive ruined with my thin workers hands and the women who ive paid to ruin me this is nothing new theres nothing that i wouldnt do to get off all their little round shoes