I can’t help but feel that this not a mere interpretation,
a fleeting cliché.
This is a complete embodiment
of American Suburban life: remnants
built out of Capitalism, the grating
distractions from emptiness.
Savings and recreation.
No contemplation.
The shrillness approaches a
pitch of terror,
when you realize
that your
cat is still
a cat, and will
always be
just
a cat
and it doesn’t even care about
getting 15 cents off
Brawny paper towels.
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