Souvenirs With No Gift Shop
Number Forty-Seven, Long Since Called
A paper number torn from a bakery dispenser, the turn long over and the bread long eaten. A 47 kept in a pocket for no reason I can defend. Souvenirs With No Gift Shop.
Souvenirs With No Gift Shop
A paper number torn from a bakery dispenser, the turn long over and the bread long eaten. A 47 kept in a pocket for no reason I can defend. Souvenirs With No Gift Shop.
Souvenirs With No Gift Shop
A produce sticker peeled off an apple and pressed inside a notebook cover, found later like a passport I never meant to file. Souvenirs With No Gift Shop.
Souvenirs With No Gift Shop
A parking slip from a lot in a town I only passed through. Time in, time out, fee paid. Proof of two hours that otherwise left nothing behind. Souvenirs With No Gift Shop.
Souvenirs With No Gift Shop
A plain gray pebble that rode home in a coat pocket, picked up without deciding to, from a shore or a lot I can no longer place. Souvenirs With No Gift Shop.
Souvenirs With No Gift Shop
A pressed penny from a highway machine, worth less than the cent it started as, kept because it proves the car stopped. Souvenirs With No Gift Shop.
Souvenirs With No Gift Shop
A printed napkin from the last independent store on a long stretch of road, kept because you can tell when a place is running on the last of something. Souvenirs With No Gift Shop.