So the Goodwill on Roncesvalles is hiring. They are offering a competitive salary. Competitive with what? How on earth can a salary be competitive? Ok, got it. It's the company that is competing with other companies. Right, they're just copying this grammatical idiocy from everyone else. Shouldn't blame them, right? Gotta beat that Sally Anne, you know. For those of you just hopping aboard the S.S. thrift shop, Sally Anne is the Salvation Army. Cuz your soul is in jeopardy, you know, and the poor are mostly fools.
Who really cares if your salary is competitive? The Indiana Pacers are competitive, but they suck. They round out the bottom of the NBA on a regular basis. My question to you, Goodwill, is are you winning? It's a battle for souls out there, and is your will good enough to hunt the top prize? Are you ready to round out your days with right hooks to your St. Vincent de Paul neighbours?
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Death in the Family
when you told me, i was unprepared
knife put down, pared apple rolling
across the counter, falling in the
sink.
she died on a tuesday
somehow the shock wears off enough
for tears to run their runneled
course down my face.
but this was a week later.
you ask me what happened
in that week.
i don't know.
novocaine routine. wake up.
miss breakfast. make coffee.
pee in the toilet. wonder where grief ends.
lie still. don't think too hard. it hurts.
sleep.
finally, fast broken, an apple's skin
parts under my teeth.
it's juice jumps up
into my eye.
my seeing-eye dog whimpers in the corner.
knife put down, pared apple rolling
across the counter, falling in the
sink.
she died on a tuesday
somehow the shock wears off enough
for tears to run their runneled
course down my face.
but this was a week later.
you ask me what happened
in that week.
i don't know.
novocaine routine. wake up.
miss breakfast. make coffee.
pee in the toilet. wonder where grief ends.
lie still. don't think too hard. it hurts.
sleep.
finally, fast broken, an apple's skin
parts under my teeth.
it's juice jumps up
into my eye.
my seeing-eye dog whimpers in the corner.
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