I think about you a lot. People made fun of you and asked me if I was a Native American. I wore you when I studied and walked my dog. Who needed socks? Not me. The ridicule never stopped. What do people in Miami have against suede moccasins? I gave in to their criticism and gave you away to Goodwill when I was purging things for my move back to New York. I realized this was a mistake about a second after I donated them. What good person would “indian giver” something you donated to Goodwill? So I left you there. And mourned. I miss your soft suede and the way you sometimes turned my feet orange. I miss your beads and strings that always untied when I walked. Whoever bought you, size 8.5 girl, you are really lucky that I was so stupid.
A moment of silence for my Minnetonkas.