and gaudy clothes
bedazzled crosses
around the necks of the obese
weak eyed strangers and the mad rush by them all
prepubescent couples plan to run away
immigrant families bicker
the divorced mother wears the tightest clothes
and the old men don't know the difference
glazed eyed employees
crying children
and the heat outside
where a cart boy smokes cigs
staring at the trash
collecting in the concrete gutter
old gum burning off of the hot asphalt
and boy scouts selling dope
the old ladies linger around the book section
seeking the best self help
but there's none to find
part time fathers buy toys for their illegitimate children
and the guy behind the gun counter
talks about arming against the government
retired feminists stalk the crafts aisle
wishing they were just like their grandmothers
wondering why there's emptiness inside
prescribed death and paranoid looks
the jewelry of today
has two ear loops
I'm tired
but so is everyone else
wanting to look away from our own
image reflected back at us
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