so i went into walmart
just to look around.
sometimes i get lonely
and like to drift along.
like a Chinese spy balloon.
it was there i ran into
Sarah Nassauer. the reporter.
she was behind a counter,
selling things.
there was a gleam in her
eye
that boded no good to anyone
who wanted to keep their money
that day.
"Hi, Sarah" I said to her.
"I'm not buying anything today."
"Just looking."
she didn't speak. not a word.
she just looked at me.
and suddenly i wanted to buy things.
lots of things.
she's got that hypnotic knack.
she picked it up while in
Paris.
Paris, Texas.
where they make the soup.
so i bought a pair of crampons
from her.
which will come in handy
this winter.
the doctor tells me i'm
losing too much calcium.
my bones will get hollow
and brittle.
if i fall down i'll shatter like
a pane of glass.
i am terrified of going out
on snowy days.
but i asked Sarah Nassauer
if she would like to take a walk.
she answered "Oui."
so i guess i'm stuck.
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