Shoplifter Heaven by Hana Damon-Tollenaere

Our lives packed into storage boxes, the heat wave lasting

all week and into next, moths feasting opportunistically

on my sweaters like lye burning through the valleys

of a topographical map, the drip drip drip of it eating

into carpet fibers, my tongue unable to find a home

in my mouth, you’re gonna get caught eventually,

but maybe that’s kinda the point—it's nice to know

someone’s watching over you, even if it’s just

the loss prevention guy at Target.

Hana Damon-Tollenaere is a biology student and occasional writer. Her published work can be found at hanadamontollenaere.carrd.co