Nancy’s tired of people demanding. Give, give. Give me an X-box. Give me a flat-screen TV.
On Black Friday, she goes to the mall to see the holiday fracas. For sociological understanding, she fights over X-boxes, TVs, even trivial cardigans, just to feel the motion of arms, the tug of war, the grunts, the bared teeth.
She is absorbed in these battles, over territory. Feels engulfed by entitlement.
Nancy walks home, all too fluent in the language of greed, sickened by new knowledge.
She cleans out her closet of the most ostentatious things that night. Weeps for greed and idiocy.
On Black Friday, she goes to the mall to see the holiday fracas. For sociological understanding, she fights over X-boxes, TVs, even trivial cardigans, just to feel the motion of arms, the tug of war, the grunts, the bared teeth.
She is absorbed in these battles, over territory. Feels engulfed by entitlement.
Nancy walks home, all too fluent in the language of greed, sickened by new knowledge.
She cleans out her closet of the most ostentatious things that night. Weeps for greed and idiocy.
