Janie stood in the middle of the sunken in hole behind Walmart / alongside cards taking up two spaces / little kids toting toy trucks and craft kits / homeless carts all parked slightly to the side of consumers.
They thought of this crack amongst the 90 degree asphalt as a safe place / avoiding cashier small talk / kids with tears swelling up as they leave the once magical toy behind.
Janie was called off during the years when glue and playing clay were food / only picture books and gulps of laughter made the cut.
They stopped by Mcdonalds but went by the title, vegetarian / They used to stay up scrolling through reruns but the stars invited them to a better show.
A blister shaped birthmark traced an imprint of a potato across their hand / they could not wait to hold the door for the postman.
Napping once a day, Janie woke up to some plan, some strategy to hold on for just 9 hours longer.
Pancakes at twilight packed in a handkerchief and shared with any creatures scavenging while the colors in the sky swirled together like cake batter with sunset colors folded in.
It was a hopeless day and a useless night / Janie survived.
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