Economy
Donora Hillard
I’m going to quit my job and follow you across this great nation. I’ll
live on Shirley Temples while inventing better creatures for you to talk to:
walrus, fennec fox, star-nosed mole. I’ll buy us matching fuzzy moustaches
and climb inside your leather bag. I’ll hide in the library with the
government documents. You can dust all of us at once. Use your breath, please,
if it isn’t too much trouble. If you refuse, I’ll cling to your
shin until you kick at my pores. It’ll be good for the economy. You’ll
see. The Dutch will love us.
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