there are places in America where you can see the entire Milky Way.
i am here in the Drugstore, in between holidays, and the heat is on high.
i am picking up a bottle of commercial pain killers;
i am searching for tampons behind the drugists head.
i want to slip away into these aisles, into the holes of heaven.
i want to take my small Christmas parcels with me,
sit on the aurora borealis,
look down at all those places.
all those places at once.
