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Night in a 7-11
Sedate tins
of yellow tomatoes
burst into flames.
A girl in a large beret
turns over a chicken
but can't see its price.
It squawks.
A man with one shoe
methodically reads
the years on wine bottles
2007, 2005, 2008,
he reaches the end
and turns to read
the expiry dates
on breakfast cereals.
Pencil-thin fingers
press packs of frozen peas
to test for freshness.
They belong to Julia Roberts,
but Julia herself
is not here tonight.
A rack collapses.
The floor is a forest
of pine needles.
The tannoy
declaims "We'll make it
look like an accident"
but as it's high-pitched
and in an unusual dialect,
no-one stops to listen.
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