fairytale

At my boyfriend's house what I concentrate on most is hopping over the sock bombs. By sock bombs I mean

all the dirty socks that are separated from their partners and left, helpless, half off the couch, on the floor, under the bed, in the hallway, under the stove. shanked, balling.

at times they borough and sprout into orange trees

or other varieties of citrus

eventually consuming the room (frozen; winter frost is best for citrus) as if sleeping beauty slumbered and the vines know that the prince is approaching.