The aisle with doors, all possible entrances, each carved with metrics.
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Colors of paint splash the palette of a future birthed from a pure white;
glue and fixtures hide the puncture wounds in the wall; screws promise to stay.
Those with hanging heads can look to endless ceilings, all shelves fully stocked.
“Tool up,” and still save money for beer and paper: “ Re-evaluate.”
Scan. Beep. Bag. Checkout, roll the squeaking cart on out. Click your light bulb on.
Orange waves goodbye: " Build your artful nest and leave me, self-sufficient.”
Poem by Sonora Jane
Illustrated by Michelle Doust michelledoust@hotmail.co.uk
