at target you spend ninety nine dollars on a bookshelf
only to find that it is not made of real wood
of true wood
but composed of wood rejects, smashed together and
finished on one side to appear real


as the smile on our waitress's face
as she wonders when she can leave
and escape to

the woods where she will expose herself
and become a fairy

and the night may settle but not now

because we are all so ridiculous
like my fake bookshelf from target

composed to look real
to be real

but it only wishes sitting
alone in my corner.