the aisles
at the hallmark store
to give a so called loved
one a sentimental greeting,
i'd see
the other men
nervously
reading the cards, looking
at the price
on the back.
music would play
as they opened up.
sparkles would fall.
glitter would stick to their
palms.
we wouldn't look at one
another, for what
was there to say about this
endless string
of holidays. pick one
and be done with it
and hope
the flowers don't die
before they get there.
one can only pray.
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