Aisle Number Eight
I was trying to figure out how to stay
sane while being poor
enough to have nightmares
after hours of insomnia
creates a world where all the supermarkets
are shut the same way
public hospitals shut wards and say
it's temporary in benign voices
hidden behind closed doors
painted the same colour as the corridors
because an interior decorator
wanted a seamless look
while I, on the other hand,
went for the Mediterranean style
of topaz, citron, opals from eBay
along with Peruvian jewelry, the silver
scrolled like an ancient text
someone could make a glossary
of anthropological terms
introduced by Terence,
The Self-Torturer who says
'I am human, and nothing
human can be of indifference
to me' so it goes without saying
Terence, The Self-Torturer
wasn't working at the supermarket
when I was buying price
reduced items in Aisle Number
Eight where the sign read
"Toys&Games
Underwear" which made me
think about the missing &
before finally falling asleep.
Needles And PinsFrida kept her ampoules of drugs
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