Shopping at the Dollar Tree

By Daniel Miess

my nose
twitches
I smell
Naphthalene
& body dodges
an ant-Farm
of people
plucking
shelves
I wish
I had wings
& hovered
& hummed

instead
we are
an Inching
hostage
snail
or Masquerade
or Procession

& The Cashier Says:
“Thank-you”

& “Come again”

& we Gather Our Things
& just
like That

We’re Gone!

Daniel Miess