getting money for theirs
mine I give as gifts
others getting chased for theirs
mine are filling space in the virtual world
and I do it because I must
but it’s a curse to be unopened
to put out crudely
not have a man polish it for me
not have a woman wrap it up in pretty packaging
sitting on decorative shelves
many waiting in line
maybe a sellout
for others
I wouldn’t hold out hope -
for mine