Loot Poem by anais vionet

I'm daughtering in place and it's a full time job.
I'm a posable figurine, like a barbie for my mom.
She's been shopping in a frenzy, to fill the empty hours.
I think we have an Amazon truck dedicated to our house.
I needed another closet so we took my sister's room
It looks like a Dior outlet-store or maybe King Tut's tomb.
"I think you've gotten carried away, " I said to her last night.
Looking at all the loot arranged, she said, "you may be right."