I miss the carpet of my parents' home--
the curlicued fabric that velcroes to my socks--
and the elevated ceilings that offer more comfort
than any oversized sofa or leather couch could.
It's just these hardwood floors
are not enough to cut. Rather, they collect dog fur
and dust mites, and that's only
scratching the surface.
All I can do is what I've always done
and on and on, on and on, on and on,
on and
on I go, barefoot across furry floors
that make me feel like I'm wearing socks
in my parents' home
three hours away.
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