Saturday, March 19, 2011

Saturday Morning Confessional

Littlest blooms exude
the strongest scent.
Fine lavender takes hours to pick.

For a dollar I bought
a zipper-topped,
Sanskrit-printed tote bag
featuring matchboxes.
I told the hungover blonde
party girl hosting the yard sale,
"In celebration of my becoming
a bag lady -- in ten years
I'll push a shopping cart."

She laughed cigarette smoke.

More like one, though,
and only if I survive...

But I didn't want to depress her.

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