the supermarket I worked at last year
is closing, liquidating, etc.
I maneuvered the night shift before a friend
gave me a better option, and I said "fuck
it," and left the midnight run. overkill, edge
of seventeen, road to nowhere,
all blasting through stale, cool air, and the
fluorescents emitting that brilliant buzz,
and the light. I remember a co-worker,
pregnant and smoking, somewhere around
5am. police were always tearing down tents.
I wonder where everyone is now. the cracks
in between the sprawl
continue to widen. you can hear it all shatter.
hell, you can see it.