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i don't feel very whole these days that specific sticky dusty feeling all over my palms neck tilted sideways running the tips of my fingers down rows of plastic cases "oh are you over there looking at music again?" you sigh but it's not the kind of reproach i need to defend myself against because you know i always do it and i don't think you really mind how long i take because once in awhile i'll find one that you like or that i'm so excited over you can't complain and then we wander through rows of scratched dressers winding our way around old doors and molding strips that had a better life once chairs and desks dinette sets and hutches a little bit of this a little bit of that a little bit of something special laughing over strange items ugly clothing even art pieces and for an hour or two i can feel the stuffy secondhand air between us clear we usually don't buy anything or if we do it's not much because neither of us happen to have very much extra cash but once in awhile we'll find a fifty cent mug potato coasters a solid wood end table or a nice cd rack a piece of someone else's past and i'll load the furniture into the van if you let me keep the change i like thrifting because looking at items with unknown history puts the present into perspective gives us a reason to go out something to laugh about over the dinner table to agree about how nice that cabinet is or to disagree about how ugly wicker is instead of what the other is feeling because everything is subjective whether it's trash or treasure whether it's mine or the next person's and i don't feel very whole these days but on the other hand i'm not yet in the attic of the salvage shop on the corner and neither is our relationship
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Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
thrifting
i don't feel very whole these days that specific sticky dusty feeling all over my palms neck tilted sideways running the tips of my fingers down rows of plastic cases "oh are you over there looking at music again?" you sigh but it's not the kind of reproach i need to defend myself against because you know i always do it and i don't think you really mind how long i take because once in awhile i'll find one that you like or that i'm so excited over you can't complain and then we wander through rows of scratched dressers winding our way around old doors and molding strips that had a better life once chairs and desks dinette sets and hutches a little bit of this a little bit of that a little bit of something special laughing over strange items ugly clothing even art pieces and for an hour or two i can feel the stuffy secondhand air between us clear we usually don't buy anything or if we do it's not much because neither of us happen to have very much extra cash but once in awhile we'll find a fifty cent mug potato coasters a solid wood end table or a nice cd rack a piece of someone else's past and i'll load the furniture into the van if you let me keep the change i like thrifting because looking at items with unknown history puts the present into perspective gives us a reason to go out something to laugh about over the dinner table to agree about how nice that cabinet is or to disagree about how ugly wicker is instead of what the other is feeling because everything is subjective whether it's trash or treasure whether it's mine or the next person's and i don't feel very whole these days but on the other hand i'm not yet in the attic of the salvage shop on the corner and neither is our relationship
Copyright 10/18/16 by B. E. McComb
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Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
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