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are looking for dinner

perhaps some macaroni and cheese perhaps

some potatoes or beef, maybe salad

 

the boy pushing the cart

might be their brother or

perhaps a son

 

in aisle 5 they can find plush pink towels

or further in light blue t-shirts or swimsuits

or chilled water or cold, sweet ice cream

in flavors like salted caramel or chocolate

 

my son fears their colonial dresses

and the air of a cult that shushes

as the group of them wander by

he says if you went to Colorado City

you might never come home

 

watching them, I believe Walmart

might be a version of heaven

if only briefly

providing solace in texture

and form, in temperature,

in the way everything

you see is brightly lit

and available for a price

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that was the summer you were gone

O My God

now I think of your

Mother

pixilated in the newspaper, grainy

how she must have sobbed

your name

we heard the song

Every Breath You Take

as we drove the barren streets

looking for the one who

must have done this

But what? we didn’t know

until they found a body, no

longer you, one thin blue ribbon still

Wrapped Around Your Finger

(all italics are titles from Police’s Synchronicity

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