brightly colored spines and bubble letters, hardback
and dog-eared paper but nothing you need. poor
K.A. Applegate the internet will simply have to do.
$24 paid in three Alexander Hamiltons.
buying cds from a record shop from bands self-
made and discontinued and grabbing handfuls of
30¢ candy months past the expiration date.
that’s gonna make you sick.
it’s so good.
i hold a crucifix to my neck until the price tag sticks
itself to my eyes. you laugh as i try to wipe away
the fingerprints. the greying clerk watches us with
horn-rimmed eyes. you walk to the back and stare
at the fur coats dreaming of being Miranda Priestly.
laughing anagrams into the Safeway cutting down
aisles and past faceless customers. simply milk and
apple juice and discussing the color of apples.
it changes with seasons.
i visited an apple farm once. it was nice.
the day is warm and i hold the jugs like babies
watching you in the sunbeams.
M.R. Wiard spends most of their time drinking apple cider and watching confusing television shows. They are currently a student at Southern Oregon University.
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