50. america

This corner of the world,
how small it is; how silent,
how absent of smells and how echoing
are the cash register beep…
beeps and how many different
soaps they have
for different parts of the body.
How do you live like this,
in lists?

My bangles echo down
sterile supermarket aisles
like I am a dog
who has strayed from her owner.
Where do I put my sounds?
Who will help me carry them?
I remove them and place them
inside a scarf in my bag,
to quiet. I must not wake the cereals.


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