We enter a store where everything is a novelty.
The best part—the challenge—is in figuring out
What each thing is.
This, for instance, might be a dildo, or a napkin holder.
That over there, is it a bird feeder or a candle sconce?
Plastic stalactites hang from the rafters.
Is this one “op art” or interactive play?
Does boredom grow on trees?
Are we hungry yet, or has the meter expired?
We walk on, distracted by the latest fad.
Does novelty date? Or is it just us?
I’ll have a V-8.
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