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To paraphrase Phil
From the movie City Slickers
If Catalogues were people I'd be China!
Something happened
When I reached
Senior citizen status
Each day, catalogues arrive
In stacks of colorfully emblazoned
Glossy paper, filling my mail box with temptations
There are the ones for clothing
If you are fat, with arthritis, and can’t fasten buttons
Or for when you travel, which I never do
There is the hardware store
Kind, with whatever works for
Whatever kind of household hack you need
There are the salves and potion
Kind, with subscription-worthy pots
Of goop that one absolutely needs
There is a little catalogue
Narrow, with a tea bag sample
That offers countless kinds of tea
Jewelry, make-up, razor blades
Vibrators, oils, candles
Wigs, and toupee catalogues
Where did I sign up for this
Deluge of paper?
Is there somewhere I don't know about
Where it's leaking catalogues
And if so, can I stick a rag
Into that hole?
Yet, some days I pick them up
And look, just in case
I might need something.
By Diane E. Dockum
©April 19, 2023