Wake up  at 2 in the afternoon.
Lauren's gone to work,
Amanda's asleep.
Brew some coffee.
The machine sounds like a tired
elephant being killed after a long chase.

I lace up a pair of new shoes.
My mom's been telling me I need
new shoes.
I didn't really want them.
I probably need them, but still I'm indifferent.
It's not the money
or the irritating salesman,
or the funny look I receive when I
ask for my ridiculously large size,
or even the other customers.

It's the part where I have to
wear them in.
I'd really rather not.

I buy the same brand,
different color.
I think my mom will just be grateful
I did at least that.
The last two pairs of shoes I
had were exactly the same.

Now I have a girlfriend,
a different pair of shoes,
a different apartment,
and longer hair.
I'm incredibly in love and wearing in shoes
doesn't hurt quite so bad anymore.