The Electrolux Salesman

He jingled change and keys while pacing back
and forth in front of plastic, gleaming chrome
and silver models named with numbers “Twelve-
O-Five” or letters “Super J”.  He stamped
his address, passed out cards and lapped the booth
from ten to ten, aligning racks of belts
and hoses, bags and power heads that sucked
up dust and boredom.  Housewives stopped, with kids
in tow, to stroke machines their husbands bought
to ease the guilt from leaving them at home
to watch the soaps with ads for cleaning tubs
and scrubbing walls on black and white TV.


© 2011 Kim King


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Poeming to save myself
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3 Responses to The Electrolux Salesman

  1. easylifestyles says:

    Another great post. Thanks for sharing this. Spending time to sit down writing short stories and poems is something I truly enjoy in life.

    A Great Day for Spring – Poem

  2. Dear Kim

    Congrats on your new blog…wonderful fresh layout….best of luck your writing is delightful…. Unsure how to link my site ” imagine” to yours but will add it below…feel free to visit and link up with me!


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