30 in a thousand

This afternoon was

a perfect circle

with jagged edges

comprised of vintage

National Geographic

boobs, 70-year-old maps,

and helpful advice

for the docile housewife

and man-about-town.

I learned about

dreamy post-war ideals

all from within the confines

of a fuzzy blanket.

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