Tiffanie Matthews’s poem was completely different from what I thought it would be. When I saw the title, I thought it would be like a memoir of a dance or a poem of other memories that included heels. Instead, it broke my heart. I couldn’t imagine the pain of holding a well-loved dying family member in my arms and feeling their blood soak into my skin. I’m left wondering if she actually went through it because as hard as it can be to capture emotion in any type of work, she certainly accomplished doing so.