Joan Sosin
25¢ off Yoplait Pudding
I cleared out your townhouse. I took the immersion blender, boots, photos, two crystal lamps, the open Chanel you left behind. 35¢ off TCBY frozen yogurt. Wild Woodstock child. In vintage years, we'd rock forever. Did you know your last supermarket run was your last? Last time locking your front door? Talking to me? 25¢ towards your next purchase of Duracell batteries. Crammed in a rubber-banded, yellowed envelope in a fuchsia Stone Mountain leather hobo on the floor of your master closet consecrated to shoes and handbags, I found your vintage coupons. I took those, too. Save 25¢ on Log Cabin or Log Cabin Lite syrup product. I hear you snipping them from the newspaper. I see you fingering the paper slips, alphabetizing while watching TV, a 1940s movie, black and white. Stanwyck. Davis. Crawford. Tough. Tougher. Toughest. Like you. Vintage coupons have no bar code. No expiration date. I wished that for you.
Bio
Joan Sosin lives, learns, and writes in Florida. She's enrolled in University of North Florida's program, Learning for a Lifetime, and has adopted that moniker as her personal goal.