Earlier this week I had the pleasure of hosting Linda Baie in Limerick Alley. With grace and gentleness, she bid a final farewell to autumn. If you missed it, please take a moment to read and enjoy.
Winter is now upon us... though some of us more than others. In Florida, we rely on indicators other than fallen leaves and plunging temperatures. Things like the 24-hour Christmas radio stations; the store displays of holiday merchandise; the jam-packed schedule of parties, field trips, and activities; and my personal favorite (ahem), my ever-expanding email inbox. My box runneth over with junk advertisements for Black Friday, Cyber Monday, and all manner of fabricated pre-holiday cheer. My index finger is weak from clicking unsubscribe, and still the onslaught continues. Who needs snow when you have an avalanche of spam to shovel?
Which brings me to today's little ditty: my response to that bottomless pit of paparazzi advertising.
It all began
with cookies. Now
and then, you popped up
unexpectedly. It was cute,
you were sweet, and before long
you fell into step with my digital footprint.
Just a fling, I told myself, but you wanted more:
my time, attention, undying devotion, a credit card number
and personal security code. And then it happened. Black Friday.
It was late. There on my lap in the bedroom, aura glowing, you
told me I was glamorous, well-to-do, elite, and that XL or XS
didn’t matter. “2-for-1,” you said, “a limited-time offer.”
So I gave you my IP address, my credit card, the
works. Who could resist those promises,
now as empty as my bank account?
For a time I thought we clicked,
but now I realize I did all
the clicking. And what
once was 2-for-1,
is now just me,
May your month be merry, your shopping simple, and may the beauty of the season surround you. You can start now. Please join hostess Robyn Hood Black at Life on the Deckle Edge, as she celebrates the gifts of Poetry Friday.