1/22/13

Well,
By Lauren Erath


Well,

My feet asked my fuzziest socks to stay
In their drawer tonight,
Because of their irksome itch,
And that pair of plotters not only agreed,
But alerted those fiends of flip flops
To starve every slipper and sneaker
So no sole could survive the trip
To your chilly apartment complex.
Now my toes are troubled,
Since they’re wet and its winter,
So, until my toes unfreeze,
For caution, not comfort,
We should cuddle.


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