novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- theft she leans down and eases her rolled-up sweater into her bag, behind it two pairs of colorful underwear. the underwear nestle beside a teeshirt and various cosmetics. she looks at me, smiles with her eyes and pulls the sweater out again. we are so devilish, me and her in corporate stores like kmart and target. she's even stolen from old navy but that's too much for me. i get too nervous and figure if i can't really afford stuff i shouldn't really have it. but sometimes i just want everything i like, and i wish i had her gall. but neither of us would ever steal from people. do you hear me? we would never steal from people. there is something outlandishly freeing about getting away with stealing a few pens, which is what i almost always end up taking from kmart. i have stolen from stores just a handful of times and it's almost always pens. pilot precise v.5 extra fine, black ink. and now they dot the landscape of my car, the expensive pens that i'd make my mother buy me are scattered around my floor, in my schoolbag. and they aren't as coveted any more. there is something outlandishly freeing about getting away with stealing, because you realize in some distorted way that no material good is really ever worth what its price tag declares. i remember one night we were driving out of the kmart parking lot and... 11:45 pm - 11.14.01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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