Monday, March 1, 2010


there’s a certain feeling
you get
a distinct satisfaction
sensation of glee
when you
bend down
to your knees
in front of the door
close your eyes

and give thanks
to god

or to fate
or if you’re of a more rational
to the fruits
of your own labor

and then rip open
the cardboard box
and one by one
stock the beer fridge

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