Gwen Stacy's Knee Socks

This poem is part of an ongoing series-- Cosmic Keystones: Objects that Inform My Femininity.

II. Gwen Stacy’s Knee Socks

are in my back drawer, behind

a crumple of too-loose underwear.

She left them three years ago, and I didn’t have the heart

to tell her. She never asked.

On the nights I deem too cold, I pull them up

my thighs with a snap against each leg. Creeping

outside, I sit expectingly on my front porch

ready to feel the transformation of my own anatomy

like adding a chunk of crystalized salt to pitchers

and watching the meaning of water change

and cloud against the drinker’s face.

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