Why do I want more rugs when I’ve run out of floor
And more paintings when I’ve run out of wall
And more lamps when I’ve run out of table?
Today I bought three plates knowing
I already have so many plates that
I could eat off a different one every night for a month.
Yesterday I bought a bowl and two Utrillo scenes of Paris, framed.
And I admit that since I gave up breakfast only the cat uses a bowl.
I conclude that I have an acquisitive spirit
Some people collect money or friends or social causes
I collect objects
And I stack them up
Line them in rows
Hang them floor to ceiling
Drape them on a tabletop
Stuff them in a drawer, in a cupboard, on a shelf.
To elbow each other for room
I gave the new bowl to my cat, filled with treats