To the Tailor | poem
It’s not easy, squeezing into
The suit you made me,
But I’ll try.
Socks | poem
For our birthdays, we exchanged socks like promises: I’ll protect you if you protect me.
But we hated confinement, so often, we shed our socks and raced through hallways, puddles, rivers— more than common ground.
We broke free of simplicity—spilled over walls like nail polish, screamed like firing guns, and ate our fill of rainclouds.
For your birthday, I wear your socks, slip, fall, and think: I’ll get up for you
if yo
But we hated confinement, so often, we shed our socks and raced through hallways, puddles, rivers— more than common ground.
We broke free of simplicity—spilled over walls like nail polish, screamed like firing guns, and ate our fill of rainclouds.
For your birthday, I wear your socks, slip, fall, and think: I’ll get up for you
if yo
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