a new shopping location
at the west end of town
above a station
we’re looking for a few bits
of clothing
and i’m trying to adjust
to this new existence
this added responsibility
of a thirty year loan
so we wander the shops
with intentionally minimal decor
to try and make you feel
that things are cheaper here
can’t you tell?
i can remember enjoying shopping
many times in my life
but somehow here i end up
distracted
by memories
of arrogant men and women
i’ve been forced to deal with
in my life
i replay those moments
when they done me wrong
and think of what i’d have done
differently
it’s no way
to spend a saturday
but it fades
once i’m out of there
what is it about these places
that have such an effect on me?
the harsh lighting?
i wish i knew.