I Will Stay Clean

I know you only like I know the birds

Chirping outside my apartment.

I step out in my white socks,

Knowing that the ground is dirty but

Curious enough not to care.

I look around, my eyes thirsty

For the feathers that give you

An identity.

A name.

A story.

But I can’t see what I need to see

To figure out where you came from or

What you do during the day or

Why you sound the way you do.

Defeated and disappointed I step back to the cleanliness of my carpet,

Take off my dirty white socks

And throw them in my hamper realizing that

My curiosity might have just ruined a perfectly good pair of socks.

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