For Michaela, who can't stand work anymore
11 February 2008
Vol. 7, No. 4
poetry
The only store in walking distance
is the one for the rich. So many aisles; bright
and convenient as Dinner-Nirvana: Tofu
from Iowa, rice from California, cherries
from Chile. Everything fresh-
frozen in plastic. I can feel The Invisible-Hand-
of-the-Market reaching into my pants.