Poetry

Price Less

So I’m on this

date with Matt …when

he opens his wallet like

he always does

and

pulls this

ooey gooey thing…

out of his totally paper

heart and

I’m all yuck…why

is he handing

me

THAT

and smiling?

so of course

I look

for its price tag so

I can exchange it

for

some designer galoshes …

BUT HE SAYS ITS PRICELESS

So I

TRASH it

because all it’s

got is

this fuddy

duddy stupid

silly

priceless

stinking

….LOVE …note

label…thing

oh my gosh … I’m

worth so much

more than

that

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