There it was.

The big square box from Touch And Go.

The boxed set had arrived.

Left on his driveway by the lazy postman.

The rain waited until he could bring it inside.

But no longer.

Inside, he cut the paper tape.

With scissors from the drawer.

With scissors from the junk drawer.

And inside the box.

Was the foam. The dry, brittle foam.

So white. So squeaky.

So arrangeable.

Signed. Remastered. With DVD. Three LPs. Two CDs.

104 page photo book.

Replica 1989 tour shirt made from the original silk screen.

Collector bait.

Collected. Hooked.

I have you.

I have you.

I Have You!