the charming sock.

it is not so much a mask
but like a sock
i slip on unnoticed.

insidious, cunning
charming sock.

i write poems
in board rooms
and dream of
shadows
as my muscles
seek the pilates burn

i write poems
as i dance
and dance until
i lose myself
and succumb

the charming sock
finally discarded
my truth
lies naked
in music and movement
deafening
truth.

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