2012-08-30T00:38:02-07:00August 30th, 2012|Musings on life|

Ingvar Kamprad has stolen my identity

I have misplaced myself
inside an IKEA catalogue
between tousled pillows
and those clever shelves
that float like teeth
or is that me smiling
in orange boots
and a turquoise sweater
orbited by a casual family
around a Stornäs table
everyone reading
something nice.

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