Dollar Store Romance
Cheap literature, poor romance
On a rack in The Dollar General I hate clouding my words With capitalism
But here we are.
A giant gingerbread cookie
On a counter in my childhood
During a lonely day And a warm night With a line at the deli Where I sample cheeses And wish for more.
I’m running down the street Buried in silence Save for the clicking of my boots And it’s making me breathe cinema Making me breathe it in and regurgitate it back up
In small pieces Until I swallow myself whole.