Yesterday, I got me some mojo boots.
Leopard print, with a badass heel.
They have soles that don’t slip in the Minnesota snow.

Score.

I walk a little prouder,
Talk a little louder—
Me, and my mojo boots.

My boyfriend says Lieutenant Uhuru
Had a similar pair on Star Trek—
Except hers were black, not leopard.

I will conquer the world in my mojo boots.
That new job will be mine—
My life will be fine.
I am almost 54, but that does not matter.
I got me some mojo boots.

I won’t be worrying about money,
Shopping at the dollar store.
I will have someone to clean my floors.

I will slide into middle age.
Unbridled.
Unabashed.
Unashamed.
Unafraid.

Best part?
Sears is going out of business,

And I got my mojo online for 15 bucks.

Susan Cossette is the author of Peggy Sue Messed Up (2017). A two-time recipient of the University of Connecticut’s Wallace Stevens Poetry Prize, her work has appeared in Rust and Moth, Adelaide, Clockwise Cat, Anti-Heroin Chic, The Scarecrow and in the anthologies Tuesdays at Curley’s and After the Equinox.