the kinda love you find at costco

text only:

my love for people is only available in bulk 

it’s a way better deal if you get enough of it 

but your arms have to be strong enough 

to get it to the car 

suddenly there’s this surplus 

suddenly it’s overwhelming 

how can i use all this before it goes bad?

it’s almost embarrassing 

this shameful hoarding 

this stockpile you tell yourself is good for emergencies 

when people open your cupboards they ask

what the fuck are you preparing for?

but it feels good 

to be secure in your next meal 

when you’re still full

to look at an excess 

and see a future 

what feels bad 

is that it’s not shelf stable

you’ll cope

by preaching about organics 

and gut health 

badmouthing preservatives 

while your stomach churns 

you’ll start to wonder which is best? 

abundance or caliber?

meanwhile im stuffing 20 more 50% off coupons in your mailbox 

you’ll stop working for it 

your arms will get sore

but still at your door

it’s me with more 

there’s more 

there’s more 

i’ll bribe you with quantity 

threaten with depletion   

and you might invest in a sturdier bag 

that won’t burst in the parking lot 

but it wont feel like a luxury 

you can’t tell what you have when you're swimming in it 

when you can’t come up for air 

cause to let you know there's worse is to let you know there’s better 

and i’d rather be kept in drawers 

than not kept at all