An Ode to My Chuck Taylors



Gypsy urine covers your soles

I bought you in the time when you were no longer made in America

I still loved you.

We ran and slipped on ice

We went to Europe

and Mexico

We had boyfriend and lover and husband

We moved to Canada

You look like a dog that needs to be put down

but I can’t let you go

I love you

High-top, once-black Chuck Taylors.


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