Wednesday, March 7, 2018

WALKING PAST MIKE'S FURNITURE STORE AT NIGHT,

its lavish tall bay windows
swimming
with moonlight,

sends a pale sliver
of relief
to an overcharged heart

just glancing over left
shoulder to notice—row after row
after row after

row—of ingenious affordable
snow-
white home appliances

all in the dark,
and each
one—turned off.