I got them for Christmas,
red, black and white plaid slippers.
I hated them.
I knew they came from the dollar store
because no one would buy them for
more than one dollar.
That Christmas was a long time ago.
I still have the slippers and I still
think they are incredibly ugly,
but they have molded themselves
to my feet, there is even a left and
a right now, instead of both being
uncomfortably wrong.
They will probably outlive me
and my daughter will rightfully
toss them in the rubbish bin
after my funeral,
not recognizing that when all
is said and done, these are the
slippers that always found
their way onto my feet.
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