Socks

are the only thing keeping

me from falling apart

!

One small barrier

(between me and the world)

:

The one thing

that separates me from the dream.

My

dreams were preferable

to this

.

Much softer and filled with

more desire.

4 thoughts on “Socks”

  1. I also feel like very small things – my coffee mug, my torn turtleneck – keep me from falling apart. wonderful poem.

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