Asia dreams of boots. Of black leather motorcycle calve height of metal buckles on sale for 20 dollars at the consignment store of the dull downtown where she currently lives. Too kitsch for heavy soles. Asia dreams of boots. Of her killer knee-highs fake plastic disaster with the broken zipper and the 4 gracious inches given to her legs in long jeans. Asia dreams of boots. Hard edged steel toed. The imported pair of memory. She needs them to stamp out the fires. To stop all this traffic in her head like a one way street gone wrong. She doesn't have any special powers. Not faster than or the man of anything. Instead, Asia dreams of boots.