I had my plimsolls on, rolly polly. Blocks turned and lanes slid and wobbled underneath. I had a note, a block to reach, a reason, no socks. I smell feet. Lead thee with these, my nails? 5 am, I awake at the desk with the lights still on. This plimsoll got teeth, click bite softly. Tongue out. Op hoop von zegen. More Ruth than Negan. Swing and a hit, Bosch and a dish. Sixteen candles, Carnauba knishes swim in the darkness.