Words of a Cotton Sock

YOU  COULD  SAY

I AM  NOT  FRILLY,

choice or fine, merely

FUNCTIONAL. SOME-

times  I  wish  I  were

than white cotton smelling of synthetic

sunshine and mildew and I do tire of being

trod on. But I will accept my place in the top

drawer. Folded into me, into myself, thankful

I am not yet          a dish rag or hand puppet.