• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 12

Close Encounters

Kept the kitsch on kitchen counters—
toddler totems, toxic toys.
Alliteration will not save him.

Collecting plastics in boys’ blood.
We’ll see what fake is worth one day.
Nostalgia cannot turn back fate.

You can call it an invasion—
we sold the molds, alienation,
and told them all what form to take.