Poem #10

my sock is precariously close to falling off
the top edge is on the middle of my heel
half-on, half-off is the worst place to be
the uncertainty of my situation is scary
to know whether I’m sockless or not is best
so rip it off or pull it up as soon as possible
I don’t think I can stand being like this

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