Poetry I wrote

Shopping: A Poem

James Thornquist

8-11-15

7:14am

If we are all so into window shopping then maybe that explains the exchange policy.

Put me in the back on the clearance wrack because I’m tattered, torn and full of holes.

Words NOT About Death: Husks

When the sun hangs high there is a place I go to lie

on a plank in the shade under the trash tree.

Sleeping with the husks and among the breeze

No one cries or looks to the sky

I am only there between ten and three.