the the the stuff

my doppelgänger

fell for a car and a home. a washer and a dryer

years of not caring much about stuff and now

she does

when i inquired about the change of heart

she answered people die on the streets with nothing

why should we go out like that?

she does whatever she wants 

and now i think…

i like stuff

don’t really know why and not sure i care

i like stuff



all this stuff won’t be useful 

to you he says. not after you’re dead and gone

but i saw through and hung on tight 

his aim clearly to separate 

me from it. for i was young and nowhere

near the after life