her purple slipper socks
prevent her from gliding
across the slick apartment floor

she recalls moments from her childhood,
eight years old,
discovering the effectiveness
of wearing socks in the kitchen,
twirling and spinning
with an ambition to be
a professional dancer

she enjoyed those solitary times
in the dark kitchen, no lights,
alone with the ability to
perform amazing feats

now, alone in her small living room,
twenty-one years old,
the darkness and isolation
are not so desirable as before

she hears a creak coming from the stairwell
and then silence,
no one to comfort her fears

she walks to her bedroom
in search of some way to
kill the loneliness

she opens the top dresser drawer
and carefully selects
a pair of silk dress socks
from the large assortment

she turns out the lights,
puts on her socks,
and allows her childhood dreams
to flow from every limb,
there in the dark
upon the slippery kitchen tiles

09/09/2004

Posted on 09/09/2004
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