Clearance! One Day Only!
Hailstorm
I never go to the thrift store
Monday mornings when everything
is half-off, despite how I like
the clack clack clack
of a steady downpour—metal
hangers over metal racks.
Everyone presses too close,
straining to see themselves
in blouses, sweaters, coats
pulled over their own thin shirts.
I never go to the thrift store
Monday mornings when everything
is half-off, despite how I like
the clack clack clack
of a steady downpour—metal
hangers over metal racks.
Everyone presses too close,
straining to see themselves
in blouses, sweaters, coats
pulled over their own thin shirts.
Ah, how I remember the days of crazy thrift store sales (including a trip last year to Value Village on the day of it's big sale - the line went all the way around the store and took 30 or 40 minutes to get through).
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