Another one
arrived in the mail today,
sweet plastic to pull trauma
into your days.
You grip onto each other,
plastic to skin,
as if to extend life
one to another,
because when ever you ask
this one says yes,
and you return the favor.
dip it, plunge it, swipe it
we’ll make a plan when it says no
Better death, you decide,
than life without shopping.
POEM: © Iz Mazano
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