I put my socks in a row
Like ducks
In a shooting gallery
Setting them up
for the ultimate pick
The selection
of what I will wear today
Who I will be
It’s a suit and tie day
Fancy shoes fancy tie
fancy shirt.
Yet I control the socks
Within limits. Very narrow limits.
But come the weekend
I can be anybody
Or anything
So I spread my socks out
From the drawer
Just the ones
that I’ve collected
as of late
The gifts, the pranks, the birthday smilers
The ones with hidden meanings
Or memories
And I’ll walk in one of those pairs
Today, and be somebody else
Somebody different from yesterday’s self
Perhaps escape is possible
After all.