Eila Mahima Jaipaul
Wal-Mart - Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul
I could be mistaken, but I think
Helen of Troy
is one of the shift leaders.
an there's a giant wooden horse
parked in a handicap space,
filled with folks looking like it's the last time
they'll ever eat hamburgers.
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