One bite then the mad-
ness begins. Binge-stuffing my
face. Swallowing whole.
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One bite then the mad-
ness begins. Binge-stuffing my
face. Swallowing whole.
One bite then the mad-
ness begins. Binge-stuffing my
face. Swallowing whole.
Olive pits. Glass shards.
Bent straw. He warns, It’s not a
garbage disposal…
She spent the day in
aisle 6, cold flu remedies,
wellness boxed, bottled.
Buying a domain
name to monetize content.
The new bourgeoisie.
Cost to average
household: Five thousand. Voting
the bums out: Priceless.
What we hold onto
owns us drowns us sedates us
slow death by shopping.
She contemplates bangs,
a different color, hair
as reinvention.
At the Happiest
Place on Earth, worn-out tots shriek,
deprived of their naps.
With more handlers than
Lindsay, their paparazzi –
parents; stalkers – tots.
Fastpass, Magic Hours,
maximizing each for the
most fun possible.