turn this sow's ear
into a fat black purse
in your oven of wonders
coarse skin that crinkles
like crisp fresh-minted bills
smelling of india ink
ashes of burnt bones
that flake off to reveal
hidden wealth that jingles
heavier than a woman's heart
set free on the flea markets
this fat black purse
worse than a prisoner's
chain and ball
this fat black purse
Author notes
a piece on avarice and the unhealthy vice of shopping (that we all couldn't help but indulge in, like a bucket of ice-cream in front of the telly now and then)
Written October 8th, 2006
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