Walmart on a Sunday evening Feels like my brain At 4 am Every thought looks well made Until I hold them And feel the lack of substance And then I realize How many people I let in That only came for something to do
We climb power lines and play Titanic. We go to parties, but only for the free food. We sneak out to people watch at Walmart. We're the whirlwind couple everyone dreams about. We're what they don't show in movies.
An international wire transfer was made last Monday. 2,000 dollars were sent to China from America. I expected the money would arrive in China in 2 days. Like, how it takes 2 days for my yearly 35,000-dollar tuition To be sent from China to America.
I continued my week as usual. I went to Aldi, a German company, To get some groceries. It was fast and cheap with good-quality products.
I went to Walmart, an American company, To get more groceries. I waited in line for 30 minuets. It was slow and cheap with known-brand products.
That international wire transfer made last Monday, Still wasn’t received on next Monday. It went through an intermediate American bank, Because my bank itself doesn’t do international transactions. My money is still on its way to China from America.
in the small town land marked by it's single gas station, teens skateboard through the Walmart 15 minutes away smoke cigarettes in the baseball field of their high school rival spend Friday nights at waffle house after football games the hospital near Walmart is being closed down history replaced by churches and banks patriotism and school pride is sewn into the school t-shirts a memorial for the boys who drove drunk and died it's a community built on family values, everyone recounts their blessings and after years of collective prayer He even bestowed upon that town a Dollar General