Now You’re Playing With Shopoholic!

You do not have to be shopoholic.
You do not have to walk on your heels
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
(Mary Oliver’s poem “Wild Geese” remixed by Fifi Coolhunter)

 

My shopoholism, for example,
who was young once
and blue-eyed,
returns
on the darkest of nights
to the porch and knocks
wildly at the door.
(Mary Oliver’s poem “A Visitor” remixed by Fifi Coolhunter)

 

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