Dirty Sneakers

My mom always harcs on me

For wearing shoes in the house


She hates the





She takes our shoes



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




And at the end of her




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


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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