Dirty Sneakers

My mom always harcs on me

For wearing shoes in the house

 

She hates the

Sweat

dirt

Grime

 

She takes our shoes

Mine

Appa’s

And hers

And she wipes them off each night

With a warm

Paper towel

 

She never forgets to

Get the soles

With her delicate finger

Tracing the lines and designs

Making sure to get every

Brown

Speak

 

And at the end of her

Her

Process

 

Her towel is black and gray

Like smog on a bad day

By her river in gangnam

 

She disposes the towel

With such dignity

And pose

Like she’s getting rid of the most

Vile

Cancerous vernon from the world

 

Why umma?

 

You leave bad out there

 

Her arm straight as

The kimchi radishes she

Picks out from the very bottom of

The bins at the market

 

You only bring good in here.

 

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