repeating
every 20 years
to reintroduce itself
as new
to people trying
to be different
Mannequins trying to distract
themselves
from a future that
has nothing new
In one store,
banana clips and
chia pets,
thin ties
and
high top chucks
In another,
broken hula hoops
and melted popsicles;
scratched records
and bald dolls
Both filled with window shoppers
haunted by a lost future
that will never arrive;
in forced nostalgia
for a time
to remember
when you didn't think
you'd die