Hardship
At certain times of my financial
cycle
I like to pretend your
opportunity shop
does not exist.
Spare me the rags to riches story
that glorious tale of suffering
salvaged
by the smell of someone else’s
perfume.
I prefer my secondhand news
dry-cleaned
as if new. Pardon my preciousness
but do you have anything but size
6 shoes?
The smell of used linen, washed
too much,
the deterrence of energy in synthetics
the remnants of egg yolk in a
soft Pooh Bear –
these are reminders I am not you.
And could be.
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