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
