Here’s a cart and fill it with everything on display:
those African love birds that you find
too noisy; those cool keep-out and hands-off signs
that you never respect; those royal purple undies you have
always disgusted; those designer clothes you enjoy
to bash harshly; those elegant jewelry you keep
complaining about; those blue roses that you are
allergic to; those leather shoes that make you
stumble; that exquisite bed you choose
to avoid sleeping in; that velvet rope you say you can hang
yourself with; that silver pen that can write
only my name; that wrapped gift you left
untouched; that gold ring you love
to misplace; but I won’t buy any of them.
I’m just here to kill
some time. I only have enough money
for that ugly metal door and those new locks as tough as
you. But I’m not buying them
today. Make me.
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