D.S. Traina

I went to Danielle Steele's home
in my FAO t-shirt
in a taxi
and assembled a Barbie ride-in Corvette
in her grand ballroom
wrapped in three hundred presents
for her nine children
and friends.

My boss made me extra nervous about putting on the stickers
because Mrs. Steele-Traina is important.
But she was sick when I met her,
all nice to me in her pink bathrobe.
Her little daughter got the car today
and probably loves it.

Do her kids have to open one present at a time?


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