food
lit by glowing fluorescence
a beacon among this gray outside
indifference
but stepping into this liminal space
the hope of junk is immense
buy
it’s like I’ve never seen beef jerky
or stuffed a cosmic brownie in my mouth
possibility
adult money in my pocket just burning to be spent
on a bag of Doritos that I shouldn’t get
greed
promises of a satisfyingly full stomach
and a gaudily glowing iPhone charging cable
overkill
deep under the spell until I get my change
what the hell did I just buy?