having half a day
off is dangerous.
money leaves your pocket
in a hurry
as you carry
home the hand painted
oil
painting, which says
on the tag
hand painted,
you wonder which wall
will you hammer
a nail into
to hang it.
will you even like it?
it looked so
wonderful in the store,
under the bright
flickering lights,
abstract, but
not abstract.
maybe that's an
ocean, maybe that's
blood, or the sun
setting. maybe it's
a forest gone empty
from acid rain.
who knows. who cares.
you like it, at
least you did as you
slid it into your truck
to take it home.
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