I’m Sears

Space for something new

Mentally I’m Sears.
I’m done with the
good-value appliances
and the shiny,
plasticky plates,
the cotton-blend socks
and the polyester pants.
I’ve had my last sale,
my final 3-for-2.
My shelves are gone,
my carpet is stained,
I’m musty, dusty, empty—done.

Which, perhaps, is fine.
Because in that blankness
there’s room in my
full-of-empty head
for something brave and new.

(hat tip to @jmfowl for the first line.)