Sock

15thJun. × ’10

I am smelling your sock
come out of the drier

I know its smell
this state and not

the way you press your toes
to my breasts sometimes
still makes me uncomfortable

there is something not correct
about this

you scoff
tickle fart

this does not belong in a poem
but we do.

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