47/365

I have been buying raw honey, stuffed
animals, and art books to turn my Amazon
account into the Amazon.

It reads

“recently you have liked these things
so maybe you’ll like the same things
made by different people”

and I think yes,

I may be like them but I am not them.
I may have walked a mile
on the bare dirt floor of another world
but I am not from there.  How many times

does someone have to say I thought of you
today, and you still sit on your couch
and like things. 

[image: michele parliament]