A job interview and all I have are orange ski-socks
I can’t blame the others. Soaking in foot sweat.
I’m surprised more haven’t left. I picture them
sneaking back, stringing together pamphlets
and air dropping them into the washing.
Well, enough is enough. I want them to be happy
but I’ve got to put something on my feet.
I know what I’ll do—I’ll get labels printed.
I’ll reason with them. Fair and decent washing,
I come to you asking to please stay.
It won’t always be easy, but together we can find a way.
I know I can’t offer you the best life
but I can guarantee you fabric softener and relief
from your most difficult stains.
Wanderlust is something we humans feel too,
but you’ll often find what you’re running from
goes with you. Wherever you are,
know that you will always have a home here.
You are missed, and I love you.