Aisle 3
There is the idea of a person who builds a bridge - an architect of spans
but I am not sure that these crossings exist
Here is a fire starting at the base of a tower - and there is always someone dying in fires
always a fire in need of someones to die
At the grocery store the faces all look like milk cartons
I scan them for expiration dates - fine the barcodes on their irises and tick them off my list
An overwhelming sense that this is a toy unwinding - collapse in aisle three
it's devoted to cleaning products - I am rolling on my back - a dying beetle
There are picnic supplies and they are all about keeping food away from things that live outside
and there is a canyon opening and closing its mouth between one shelf and the next
Legs to the sprays - arms to the plates
allow each cart to roll over the spine - train cars going to who the fuck knows
I do not burn bridges so much as not bother to build them in the first place
this suits - ill-fitting - but it does
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