Run for the Universe

Last night,

I lost my left sock

and chased it through the dryer

to a land with luxury tax

on laundry detergent

and shit piled on the shingles

from water bugs

You won’t believe this,

but here, my neighbor

is a spider named Daddy

with eight long legs

stretching for miles

He hands me a sock

from one of his eight limbs

during the welcome to

the cul-de-sac barbecue

and I wake up,

stuck in the lint trap