People wondered why we didn’t work
What happened
When it seemed we were a perfect fit
Our pro list outweighed the cons
How to explain the intangible discomfort
The puzzle that fit but was jarring to the eye
The plaid and polka dots and stripes all vying for attention
Within a dusty slate
Like wearing rented bowling shoes
They don’t fit quite right
They smell a bit funny
They look a bit tacky
You have to tread carefully
Because it’s easy to slip and fall
Like the most beautifully sexy pair of heels
That were too tight and hurt with the first step
Like the ungainly weatherproof boots
That smothered you from the elements
Like the cozy slippers, filthy and fungal
That you knew needed to be discarded
Nothing could satisfactorily cover the naked foot
And I didn’t realize it until I found Converse to comfort me.
The Word Rummager 
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