Poem That Wants to Know If We Need Anything from the Store

Delores Grocery, pray stop

boasting about your

connections or enough

of your clients will begin

demanding a discount far deeper

than you can muster. Your brand

of whimsy

is unsexy, you don’t see

go-go dancers acting all whimsical

and what about their dinero

is the wrong

color. Delores Grocery, please, I’m really

asking you. Delores Grocery,

I’m starting to worry

about your relationship

to capital—maybe only

because I’ve been reading Chris Nealon,

but possibly you’ve been, too.

Delores Grocery, make me

mind my business

and forgive me, I’ve never

even set foot in you.