Monday, May 16, 2016


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.