coming off the conveyor belt
in an I Love Lucy
episode,
with Ethel and Lucy
frantically trying
to keep them filled,
the New Yorker
Magazine
keeps arriving through my
door,
i can hardly read
and enjoy the last one
before another one
hits the floor.
there's only so much
time in the day
for a two hour bath,
and reading time,
not to mention the water
going cold.
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