by David L. Paxton
Doors slide condensing light, water warbling from one grab-n-go display to the other, cut aku browning as day ages. Can purple aprons. Tuck yellow tags. Labels last only once, then spoilage sets in and everyone is sent home as the breakers short. Squat hours cock jaws open to close, scattering legs with feet attached at the knees. Good thing for security, blue shirts that never break the entrance. Too many claim guidance and there’s not enough hands in the biscuit tin.