outside of the big
store
with a brand new
37 speed food processor
that someone,
not santa,
gave me for
christmas.
i think about my
childhood
gifts.
a bat, a ball, a glove.
socks.
a toy train with smoke
coming out
of the stack. a new
pen and a spiral notebook,
so many things
i would never return,
or take back.
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