don't forget to put maca in your muesli

last night
I felt crackly and bad
the socks were disparaging
from their rickety wicker abode

Sat slumped in the closet
waiting for you to say nice things
to pick me off of the floor of myself

I can barely leave the house when socks don't go my way

this morning i awoke to your kind gesture
of shepherding socks
tied them to apron strings
so they wouldn't be hard to find
for my lazy searching