Whenever it's sunny,
I just get this insatiable drive
to go shopping—
to browse
and to notice
and caress, hold, and purchase
all kinds of impossible things—
and array them
in neat rows on shelves
or display them
with pride and slow aplomb
on this beautiful body.
When it's not
so nice out,
I still get the same itch
to see
and touch
and buy a bunch of stuff,
but those days—
I go straight home
and fling it all
as hard and as
fast as I can—into an already-
very full closet.