For years I gambled on cutting
squares out of milk cartons:
a point for every liter drank
or poured down the drain.
He was lactose intolerant
and trimmed a smile every time
he saw me gluing a record
of our consumption in the order form.
I remember the exact night
he took the car and didn't return
because it was the same day
I posted my request for 6 Bohemian flutes.
Six months later, I brooded
over the dairy company's new catalog.
Alone, I found it difficult
to accumulate points.
The project to furnish
the beverage bar with free gifts
has been annulled. The crystalware,
for that matter, never arrived.
~Arlene Ang