20 April 2016

20 time flies

Thrift. Store.

Enter with bounty: pale suede jacket, $5.
Small stain. Mother, I sd,
why did we never go to one thrift store
back when you were so scrimping
horrible mellorine ice cream
grocery store brand peas 
sad cheese in sad plastic?
Thrift store, she sd.
Aren't all the clothes there
from dead people?
Mother, I sd, yes,

like everything else.

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