catalog arrives in the mail.
i see it slide through the slot
and fall heavy
to the floor.
i run to it and quickly settle
onto the couch
with the big light on so that
i don't miss a thing.
so much is on sale.
if only i had more rooms,
more wall space, more
closets. i need to make
more money and move,
or get married again to someone
with a house in chevy chase.
and then i find the i hop
ads stuck to the back.
three eggs over easy and
strawberry pancakes all
day with a side order of bacon.
i can handle that.
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