a secret only my feet know

this morning, i somehow ended up with a different sock on each foot
on the left: a blue stripey one
on the right: a grey star-scattered one

not bothered enough to change
i leave the house

and as i walk through the day
nobody knows that my jeans are hiding a secret
only my feet know

: i woke up this morning, not my self
but rather two different selves

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~ by translating for peas on December 3, 2009.

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