poetry: three 

new fuzzy socks for us three,
ordered and delivered within
one day. the cheap kind 
leaving fuzz trails through 
the house. let’s drink some
water, drape soft blankets 
over our legs. we don’t say
worry or the c word, too early
to tell. maybe this time next 
week we will know, hold 
hands, facing it all, including
all these damn fuzz balls
from these cheap socks.

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