The key to the Dollar Store
hangs on my belt. Yes, "my"
again. And what of roof, of bread,
of loving laughter? What's in?
My vinyl favorite Booker Little,
vintage, soothes me. He jars
our ears with trumpet joy and
stuff freed folks stash in cabinets.
Never one to make too much of
why we love and what, I love my
powers. I might put you in my will.