mismatched knee socks

sometimes i feel like

mismatched knee socks

i am a dress code violation

of inflated importance

mixed with a fantasy that

makes you feel young again.

and i don’t know how

to exist in the duality

of being something desired

and then discarded

because that is how you

have always seen me,

isn’t it?

i am the shiny thing

you had to have but

could not hold and

technology considered

obsolete before purchase.

everyone wants something

new until they have it and i,

i am not even new anymore

so where does that leave me?

sometimes i feel like

mismatched knee-socks

crumpled and forgotten

behind your headboard

after a night spent tied

to your doorknob.

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