He sits in the mailbox, waiting.
He’s got nothing good to say or offer me,
So he folds himself in half, hopefully.
He’s a patient man, very upfront about things,
So he folds himself in half again.
He’s full of himself, advertising how great and cheap he is,
The latest and greatest at the best of bargains.
He’s got pictures of things all shiny and new,
Addresses and names and numbers are neatly lined up
Next to prices and deals and arrows and stars.
He’s flashing everything he can at me;
Buy 2 get 1 free!
Buy now pay later!
You can’t afford to miss this special offer!
Super crazy sale!
While stocks last!
I remove his glossy magnificence from the confines of the box,
Letting my eyes dance over whatever he thinks I think I want,
Need, can’t do without, simply must have.
Then the phone bill catches my eye.
As does the water bill, and the gas bill.
All three Williams are paying me a visit today.
My gorgeous gigolo of junk
Sits with the other new discount trash talking boys
Until origami class starts at 8,
Then it’s all about bending over backwards
to contort into whatever shape we deem is useful and beautiful.