I drive to the Wellington Street plaza
Frequent the pharmacy the same way
the pope visits the holy land.
It is reassuring to be in a place
that has enough drugs to kill you
800 times over even if you do not
have the money or present impulse
And walking through the door a sad desperation comes over you
as though dustpans would slit their wrists if they had them.
All the cashiers bone skinny, coughing and anemic.
The stock boy lost to video games in his head.
Everything nametags and uniforms and fear.
Under hard fluorescence to acclimatize you to prison.
Four walls and a very definite ceiling.
The Bandito Video next door
offering free popcorn
as long as you walk from aisle to aisle
pretending to be interested