the great mall

i either wanted to buyand be good atjacks from the toy storeor a band t-shirtmaybe iron maidenbut that is too earlynow that i think about itit was san jose orwaikiki butthe food court would’vebeen the same anywaysfour well known fast food chainsthree places with things onan open grilland two cafes channelingsomeone’s half rememberedtrip to europewhile it was sunday afternoonnone of the people i passed bylooked like they wereshopping out of needwant or even entitlementthe shoe dragging shuffledroves of yawning adultschildren on a slack leashsulking obediently behindthey are here out of habitand i’m jane goodall

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