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!