Mismatched
A bunch of socks without their mates
Are nestled in my drawer.
You’d think I wouldn’t save them
Since they’re no good anymore.
But lately, when I’m choosing clothes
To wear out on the street,
I realize not a soul will notice
What is on my feet.
Of course, this was the case before
The virus, but today,
With mask and hat, nobody
Could ID me anyway.
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