The socks I bleached
are haunting me
pale in darkness
restless soles watching
as I light candles and
incense my shoes
pulling their tongues
taught against lacing
up I have found better

Anklez bare to needs
flashing alternatively
propping me from falling
forward my jars of wish
that was printed on time
wailing on instruments
always carried unslung
in these neighborhoods

you wander alone ****
to learing appreciation
cigars and ham blowing
lives in curlers too hot
the at home underwear
holding us apart
falsely I claimed
being here again