For years I have waded in plenty, fingers
Wrinkled with the evidence of fulfillment. Belly
gross with abundance, I birthed discontent
again and again.
I became blinded, eyes watery with
With surplus, reflecting only quantity.
I praised commerce heartily ad infinitum
Bending my knees in supplication to
its institutions. The Mall, The Supermarket,
were holy ground.
I have lost my faith, and think, sacrilegiously,
of summer afternoons in the mountains.
There is no text beneath the painted dusk.
Twilight falls without a sponsor. I do not
Enjoy Coke. I look, furtively, for places
Visa isn’t, and drink tap water
when no one is looking. I remind
myself that rainbows don’t taste of candy
and that M&M;’s have melted in my hand
smudges of color I can’t seem to wash away.