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The number 69, black ink on white plastic.

It had been laid upon the toe of my shoe.

Adhesive to stick and solvents to eventually fuse;

the number gave my foot a funny kind of identity.

One day I noticed the sticker was wilted and bent.

I tore it away and found that half of it chose to remain.

Bonded by constant ink and chemical spill, I guess -

or maybe it considered me something like a home.

But my shoes are ugly:

so ugly that I carelessly get them filthy.

And now that the one is no longer labeled,

I find that I care for them even less.