Small things like socks and panties
Disappear They disappear into the
Dryer, or maybe they melt into
the floor, or did the dog eat them?
Or maybe some fairy came and
stole them for the roof of their house
The neighbors don’t want them
Your friends could prank you
What you know for sure is that
your socks and undies are gone.
Gone, gone, gone into an unknown void.
Dryer death seems acceptable
We all know dryers are hungry
Melting in to the floor not so much
A lacy purple fairy roof a big likely
Dogs eat things unimaginable
Neighbors, we already know they
don’t want your dirty socks or knickers
Friends? Not my friends maybe yours
Small things disappear, disappear
Why some hungry dryer ate my
little cutting board and my red slippers
leaves mystery at a hight point.
A real high point of are you kidding me?
Nether of these little things went near
the dryer unless you count me wearing
the slippers to do the laundry which I do
They ARE gone. Vanished, used daily
now gone. Carried off before my very eyes
maybe the middle of the night, Maybe
I did not hide them from myself
I confront my inner child she clearly says
NO. No, stealing or hiding of slippers and board
It all makes questions rise and fall
and rise again about the truth of things
About what is and isn’t in the molecules shifting
I suppose the velvet red slippers would make
a nice fairy roof and the little wood board
a bridge over Avalon. Who knows, Who knows
I want them back.