By
Jessica Carroll
Skyscrapers of dog food
loom overhead,
brought up by aching shoulders
on ladders,
over shelves where customers
ask for assistance.
The floor,
unwaxed for weeks,
feels the rumble of carts
that race to the checkout lane.
Registers pop and ding,
explode with money
that comes from shelves'
little yellow stickers.
Big Red Signs:
$ave $.96 on 24 cans
of cat food line the wall,
need to be faced,
because at 9
We Close.