Like old receipts
crumpled by the fist into a ball thrown aside hurriedly to forget
How ridiculous the amount was
How impulse the purchase was
How unnecessary the goods were
Landing at the bottom of shelves
Hiding in the back corners of drawers
Sinking into the depths of cardboard boxes
But somehow never removed
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Here are my old receipts, each representing a weakness
Unballed now - ironed out flat
With only traces of creases
Pinned up against the wall
Some amount has been recovered
Some purchase has been returned
Some goods - put to full use
Come not into my home with marvel and compliments alone
Hand me your coat
And look upon this wall that I've put up
And take your time
Take your time
For when you're done you will be perfectly ready
Not a little more and not a little less
For the best meal we'll ever share
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