Fluorescent Wasteland
salt flats
stretch for miles
in grocery stores
chip isle, frozen foods
seven and thirteen, respectively
reflect their shine
of white light
enticement
all organisms dried up,
fifteen per cent more, but lacking
in this pre-packaged
wasteland
where nothing ever grows
or dares to walk without
a list to double check.
Copyright © Emily Harris | Year Posted 2011
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