it’s unusual
to be confortable
when crazed and
mortified
with existential
trivia
but this
morning
looking in the bureau
drawer
amidst the jumble
of electric cords
switch blades
penlight decoders
and ostrich
eggs
I noticed an over-
abundance of
socks that
match.
you only need a single
pair
on the other end.
of course,
it won’t be long before
everything’s back to
normal.
Rusty Truck 