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remember when sneakers looked like tiny cars
strapped to your feet,
those chunky dad souls aren't dead by any measure,
but they're suddenly sharing the shelf
with something slimmer, softer, and surprisingly delicate.
I'm talking about ballet ribbons wrapped around rubber soles,
pale pink mesh, and straps
that wouldn't look out of place in a practice studio.
Is the sneaker world trading bulk for grace
because our feet are tired
or because our eyes are?
After that, you know that 3:00 p.m. slump
when your skin looks dull,
your eyes look so glassy,
and you swear you've aged 25 years since lunchtime.