Could never use those coupons up
before they expire.
Forget where I put them.
How am I able to keep track
of all the things I could have saved?
Must have emptied more than
a million trash cans in my lifetime.
Hauling off heaps of my heart
in rusty shipping containers overseas,
giving it away in suburbs.
In megapixels of my youth--no one
has given me proof of its gold,
its creditworthiness.
Old Sunday circulars' clippings
crammed in crusty corners of my purse.
Maybe there's a purpose for buying
overpriced souvenirs.
To come full-circle at your frugality.
Free yet fraught with old film reels.
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