At my boyfriend’s house what I concentrate on most is hopping over
the sock bombs. By sock bombs I mean
all the dirty socks that are separated from their partners
and left, helpless, half off the couch, on the floor, under
the bed, in the hallway, under the stove. shanked, balling.
at times they borough and sprout into orange trees
or other varieties of citrus
eventually consuming the room (frozen;
winter frost is best for citrus)
as if sleeping beauty slumbered and the vines know
that the prince is approaching.
January 2007