When I wear the socks I wore to bed to work
I feel devious and sleepy
audaciously unkempt

knee high and red
soccer socks from the fourth grade

they're stained
with a history of victory
and losses

the next best thing
to barefoot

under my desk

naked ankles
and toes

lusting after
blisters

longing

to carry this body

for freedom

for open roads

or
at least
take me
back

to my

warm
worn
bed

back
home.