Lit Issue 2017 | Poetry

At the Storefront

Tucker Kelly

I eyed widely
things I couldn’t buy.
“Nice!” and “New!” nosed, but no.
Posted:
MISSING PEOPLE. People-missing.
Below something, behind peepholes.
I would too. I have to. I have two.
I know.
Flipped sign. Closing time.
“Goodbye.”
“Have a good one.”
“I’ll try.”