Naked in December
	Why are people so enamored with things? Things, stuff, shit, clutter in boxes, piles, corners, garages and storage units 49.95 a month for shit we can't even see... Shopping malls and Walmarts, swap meets, internet auctions, Couture fashion, 287 pairs of shoes...Hammacher Schlemmacher, odds and ends in catalogs and thrift shops. we buy, buy, buy, spend dollars, clams, greenbacks and moolah... Got to have credit with 25 percent interest. A wallet full of non-biodegradeable plastic shackles. We bring home stuff, put stuff in our cars, stuff at the office... Shove it in cases and cabinets, on shelves to ooh and ahh and collect dust... Attics and garages and basements to crawl in the dark and swear when we can't find this stuff or remember what we bought that shit for... I think if we all got naked and left... our wallets and handbags indoors... walked outside and left the car in the garage... and checked it all at the door... inhibition and Victoria's Secret underwear, greed and GAP pants, money and Manolos... held hands and felt the earth under our feet, drank the rain and tasted the air... Looked around a little without seeing Rolexes, rings or race... We would remember.