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May 14, 2009
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Shopper

I am spending my way out
of a recession. The road chokes
on delivery vans.

I used to be Just Looking Round,
I used to be How Much, and
Have You Got It In Beige.

Now I devour whole stores—
high speed spin; giant size; chunky gold;
de luxe springing. Things.

I drag them around me into a stockade.
It is dark inside; but my credit cards
are incandescent.

— Connie Bensley

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Emma Clair May 16, 2009 at 9:24 am

I really liked this one – it made me laugh. Maybe because I’m trying to do the same thing!

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