Chip, Block, Apple, Tree

Are you sure
you like those boots?
mother asks, repeats
after the answer
Yes, sure I do
fails to convince.
I mean, I just want
to make sure you aren’t
wearing them
because you haven’t
something else
to wear. You like them?
Of course I like them.
If I didn’t,
I’d be whining about them.

Poem #22 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans!