I Might Finish Dressing Myself Poem by Emmanuel Stone

I Might Finish Dressing Myself



I might finish dressing myself now
I have no belt on
or shoes and socks
(no wonder my feet are cold)

The house is cold
we have all been out
so the heater has not been on
Concentration corruption
doing too many things at once
or so few, the mind can't help but wander
I have finished dressing myself now
I have my belt on
and my new boots and thick socks
I need to soften the leather
I walk aimlessly around the house
as slowly it heats up
and when it returns, what then?

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