my new shoes come
in the mail
in a big box wrapped in plastic.
left out in the sun.
I shake the box.
yup.
new shoes. exactly like the ones
I have.
but are a little dirty
and worn, the laces slightly
frayed.
I try the new shoes on.
walk around the house,
stand at the mirror
and admire them.
they make me strangely
more happy than I should be.
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