A Mother’s Advice

A week or so ago I told Jesse that I had written a poem about socks. It took me a while to dredge this one up, but here it is. It’s an early effort at a “funny” poem. I don’t think I really succeeded. Oh well.

–sam

A Mother’s Advice

Love is a dirty pair socks;
ecstasy, the bitter-sweet scent of sweat
and new shoes; socks
draped over a corner of an unmade double bed
with stained, worn sheets.

Darling, don’t deify
a dirty set of socks in vain.
Make sure, at the very least,
that it’s a pair
of dress socks.

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