Sock OCD

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – For Your Consideration – “How did I get here?”
“P.O.V – YOU ARE A CLEAN SOCK MISTAKENLY PLACED IN A HAMPER.
WRITE THIS, OR WRITE FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF ITS MATE HAVING ABANDONMENT ISSUES!”

Here’s one of those instances
where I wish I was not
impossibly OCD. Nice
and clean, ready for the
drawer, instead, I am stuck
inside a multitude of
malodorous shirts and un-
mentionables. I cringe,
not an easy movement
for a sock. When I am
clean again, my trick
-playing twin will be
laughing his heel off.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to Sock OCD

  1. Great! I love that his twin is playing a joke, or he thinks it is!

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