I am a stick in the sun
A log in the fire
I am just a satelite
Objects close in
I enter the illumination
of the supermarkets ceiling
pouring down on me
people don't give space
Their bodies press up against
They extort attention
by raising voices
making physical contact
The shelves and displays
neon hypbnotism
I am a wallet
A purchase a product and a receipt
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