Self-checkout means no interaction, but I bring my own bags and it throws things off and the cashier has to come over. And the two-for-one vitamins don’t show up and the cashier has to come over. She does this all day, less than six feet, an essential worker on minimum wage. I am jittery with […]
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Two Poems by Julie Gard
Where’s Putin? He is shopping at a Moscow megamall disguised as a teenage model. He is haggling in the market in a headscarf. He is running shirtless on his treadmill, cursing Boris Nemtsov and every Chechnyan who didn’t assassinate him. He is standing guard with a Kalashnikov outside of a Vladivostok night club. He is […]