Poem: The Corner Store

I’ve got a box

of interracial peanuts

I bought them at the corner store

where they sell left-behind laundry

and individual grains of sand

my cousin works there

he was born with no legs

and a craisin for a heart

he tells me the owner is a candy man

and sticks toffee in his nostrils

to hide the scent of women

who wear too much perfume.

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