“Dollar $tore” —

To begin again, in nothing. We live
at the Dollar Store. Surrounded by
off-brand Taiwanese Transformers
(car boringly becomes a robot, look!)
and those green army men with parachutes
(never played with ever) and plumbing fixtures,
plus kitchen instruments of nebulous design.
Exactly my kind of thing. Buy them
and love them all. …You’re the spectral hottie
sitting in the corner of the fine-dining
French restaurant with her pleasant
new boyfriend. I’m the…