To a Big Box Store

No one is happy inside you.
Your big lights a big beat-down, your row

upon row an indifference, a ravage.
We are small boxes dreaming

some small light, a small Bed,
a teacup of blessing, a warm Bath,

our little origami bodies floating
somewhere, anywhere, & Beyond.

Robin Turner has recent work in West Trestle Review, Literary Mama, and Heron Tree. She lives in the Piney Woods of East Texas.

See more of her work in 9.3 and 3.3 and 50/50 Special Flash

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