May 31

A good life has no mismatched socks,
    And no socks without pair,
And no duplicate socks either –
    the good life is all lefts and rights.
One day, I will take my wardrobe,
    pairing each and every sock,
Left and right, left and right, left and right,
and burn out my mismatches,
    and my extraneous
    and my hand-me-downs
    and the small socks left behind by lovers gone long ago
    and my compression socks which
    compressed themselves down to nothing
and one day,
I will burn all my etceteras and all my loose ends
    Not yet though