The Granite Run Mall lives
in God’s mouth. God chews
and new stores fall from
his lips. Crumbs form kiosks
that sell cologne, perfume and
watches with Paris Hilton’s face.
When God sleeps, the mall does too.
It sleeps alone, but has
pleasant dreams, knows God will
awaken and be peckish—
a new tweeners clothing
store will soon fall
on the second floor and open,
open, open.