Shopping, by Anne-Louise Vernon

Shopping (1) 

Shopping.
Poor creatures.
Searching…..
Magpie glitter, a hollow longing,
all too attractive, cajoling, and fine.
Threads of what we hope will hold us together.
Promise, intoxication, a giddy hunter’s thrill.
Indulgence, regret, then back to square one.

Shopping (2)

The fridge was full, but all was unrelentingly wholesome, bare of the faintest motif of indulgence.  Listless perusal of its contents gave rise to rebellion. I went out and bought that damn whipping cream.

Shopping (3)

Coastal plain. Nothing to buy. No shops. Sights to drink in, salt air to chew, and sun to wear. Not one way to spend a penny, but richer by far than when I’d first arrived.