Shoes

I won’t ever have diamonds on the soles of my shoes
That’s an amount of pressure that I could never exude
That’s the kind of wealth that I am averse to
That’s the kind of wealth that separates you from your ordinary shoes.
I don’t want to slide into anything fancy
Even the thought makes me antsy
I’ll wear my battered runners until they’re molded by the rain
Until they’re drenched in takeaway and paint stains
Until they lose all semblance of vigour
Until they’re broken and disfigured.