Matilda's Poem

I search for you

on dryer walls,

in fitting room stalls,

and dorm room halls.


My love, mon amor.

In Spain they might say,

"la media naranja,"

or, "the other half of the orange."

But that sounds sticky.


I'm useless without you.

So alone.


So many questions would I ask...

Are you lost, too?

Are you willing to try some

kinky stuff like puppeteering?


Would you read Sock-rates to me,

or shall we play Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots instead?


My love, mon amor.

Are you looking for me too,

from the bottom of a shoe,

on a one-legged drag queen

who dreams of pink knee-highs?


My eyes, they google for you.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was a quickie poem that I wrote for the Sock Puppetry In Motion challenge at a local open mic a few weeks ago. It was written from the perspective of my sock puppet, Matilda. (And it won!)


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