Bachelor

He stands by his bed that he’s covered with washed socks

And couples them, folding black with black, black with black,

Coupling and folding, coupling and folding, coupling and folding,

Until he can throw them, one by one, into the drawer.

He does this every three weeks, or every sixteen days if it’s winter.

He usually does this with a smile, but sometimes he doesn’t.

Ashley Chantler, In Praise of Paving (The Alternative Press, 2003)