Ah, the suppositions we all make. Ah, the kin we find...when we're looking
The salesman
In the wheelchair
Wanted to direct me
To women’s socks.
I told him men’s socks
Would do the trick
With my braces.
Women’s socks are too thin.
He nodded
Knowingly.
On the way out the door
The salesman
Wished us a good day.
My beloved told me
The salesman
Wore braces too.
I find kin
Everywhere
Some in hidden braces,
Some with walkers,
Some in wheelchairs.
The man in front of us
In church today
Cannot chew.
I am grateful I can.
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