Poem: "A Position of Defeat 7"
"Supermarket Seizure," from Melisaki |
7.
bereft the
last sun nearly dies of fright
i move the
mouse the screen does not light up
black coffee
drizzles from the paper cup
the store
sells sexy underwear to tykes
the
hypermart stocks fifty kinds of cereals
the aisles
are barred by stuffed shopping carts
fruit of
every hue on the color chart
filleted fish
packed close on ice congeal
the bully
crotches beg to be unzipped
forgot to
get my favorite graham bread
MacBook Pro
rechargeable battery dead
the arrows
of the earth are iron-tipped
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