the merchant

within a lifetime i've livedmaybe, five otherstoday i'm a practicing salesmanselling myself ideas, concepts—things that won't age or turn brown if i forget to cover them in saran wrapearlier, i sold myself a heinous thought:the indelible absenceimprinted on your side of thebed has left me with less roomthan your small frame ever hadwell, shaking the sentiment inmy hand like a broken...