- Vol. 06
- Chapter 03
Turn this corner
the liquor store is gone—
history rolling over again
with populist prohibition.
Send forth bare bones,
everyday, into the streets—
one metatarsal set in front of the other.
Social norms in stark relief.
I feel terrible,
close my broken-blind eyes at night
for the briefest increment of space-time—
gentrification walls grow.
Mini van soccer moms
park legally outside sterile,
faux brick cannabis retail clubs.
Every low-rent Rick’s Pipe & Pawn,
where we once hawked
parents’ Christmas gifts to purchase
dime bags from Jimmy Parking Lot— displaced.