Mail call for Middle-age Butch

They came today.

A box inside a box.

There they were.  Nestled under a tissue paper blanket.

I slowly peeled back the paper.  A thousand tiny angels started to sing.  It was beautiful.  Like when the Indigo Girls hit that note in “Closer to Fine.”  But better because these were angels.

I almost wept.  But then remembered I’m a butch.

Custom Converse.  White with navy blue tongues, laces and stitching.  Paisley/skull pattern inset.  Black rubber racing stripes.  Silver eyelets.  Navy blue outer heel stripes.

With the date of the wedding stitched on the back.