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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.


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