While She Shops

Automatic doors slide obligingly,

Swallowing shoppers into a glass box,

Full of halogen insignificance,

Whilst far away stars smirk,

At trapped sodium’s ridiculous blinking outside,

Whilst we sit distant in our cars smiling,

At ten foot letters’ vein attempts,

To reduce us to consumers.

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