there’s a snag or two
the toescape reveals unsmoothness
that may plague the sockwearer
curl his toes though he might
he is too old and fat
and his nails too impervious to clipping
to attempt trimming
when his out-the-door drop-dead deadline
is six minutes
so he bunches his sock down its shank
so his bunched toes touch sock-end
and he carefully unbunches sock up foot then leg
..
one snag or two avoided
and as he drives to work
he strategizes his imagined
conversation with his boss
who abhors criticism
yet behaves it a way that costs the company money
and her the respect of her subordinates
it will be a tricky navigation
akin to having a foot with eight toes
of which three toenails are jagged
and socks of a fabric a cousin to burlap
..
he smiles
and wraps his bunched eight toes
in silk handkerchiefing
pulls carefully
and coos at his unsnaggy strategy-sock
it will be smooth as well-whipped cake frosting
on a piece of cake
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