(a rewrite of an older poem)
New new new
I’ve become one of those people.
The “I’ll-buy-something-to-cheer-myself-up’s.”
Now I’m out twelve bucks
and in a pair of yellow sunglasses that don’t even fit my face.
Only new sunglasses, new placemats, new sheets, new friends and a new you
can fill this old donut hole you ate through me.
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