By Lee-Ana Raphael, Age 17, Florida
Look, a sock!
Its fabric moistens between my jaw,
clinging to my saliva,
my teeth pull at every seam.
But, my pleasure has come and left
like the setting Sun saying goodbye to the day.
She snatches the sock away from me.
I am to be scolded.
But, wait
she turns and yells at him.
He is taken aback; not used to her rage.
“Blue” she barks. “My socks are blue!”
Now I am taken by surprise.
She must be colorblind,
the sock is clearly grey.
