Black Friday

By Cindy Veach

We didn’t wake in the dark
to go stand in line.
We aren’t rushing anywhere.
We know there’s nothing we can buy
that will fix last night’s fight
speed us back to solvency.
So I say let’s eat pie.
Pie for breakfast. Pie for lunch.
Each bite a sweet deposit
without sides.
Give in to the simple needs of the body—
sugar, salt, sex—let’s turn the sheets inside
out. Let’s be the sweetest deal in town.

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