|Today, my dad said that my shoes will make people not want to tell me what they don't like about me...I said that was the point.|
|I threw it on after I picked it up...probably going to wear it all week.|
Today, I was cordial with an amorphous white woman and a specimen of the MI backwoods.
My shoes were the first point of interest, then their cats, then lack of chivalry amongst Asian men, then back to cats.
I could see their smell;
Of rotting cheese and wet potato chips.
Of fresh-cut onions and soil.
...permeating the hot air and turning my lungs into dust.
Day 62: submitted and prepped