Acquisitia goddess of shopping
she's got an eye for a price-tag and a nose for a bargain
even when home alone in the suburbs
where gods and goddesses live these days
even there, relaxing, her fingers
flick through imagined piles of clothing
finding infinitesimal flaws that will justify
the definitive discount

Acquisitia goddess of shopping
in her dreams she floats through malls of marble and glass
she keeps checking herself in the windows
there's something wrong with her reflection
some deficit that only
consumption can redeem

O joy - later
or is she still dreaming?
drunk and hunting for a taxi with a friend
swinging her brand-name bags past the homeless
begging in department store doorways
No sorry I've got no change
hey and what's that she's singing?
'Tramps like us
baby we were born to shop...'

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