at three am, temperature
low: thirty-two degrees; automatic doors hesitate upon
my entrance-colliding with the glass
always! Four quarters
ring from my pocket into the
till; the price for
a shit-brick piece of Hershey, Pennsylvania made with
love (and almonds): ninety-three cents
(without tax!)
alas!--No change;
yesterday was the
same, tomorrow will be too...
ALWAYS