Strip mall culture #1.

Boyfriend shops.

I wait, writing one-line poems.

Car dependent culture, I cannot escape your grip.

Strip mall neon makes suicide attractive.

A chill so thrill, my bones have left my body.

Without snow, you’d think its spring, but that would be a lie.

And so, we make up words, because life is too short for convention.

b. turner 03/2011

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