dorothy gale goes shopping
by Tiffany Anne Tondut

isn’t it simple?
a bright yellow road winds right
to the thrust of it:

a shitstorm
sucked me up
and spat me out

my home.
not the great storm
but the crash that broke us:

my father – a salesman
self-exiled to oz;
my mother,

whose furnishings
sold for a song
to the rich

as we slipped
through a crack
in the earth;

the pit of my heart –
a ruby
unsellable stone.

there’s no place like home
if you haven’t got one,
so i click to the shop

in my second-hand heels
down aisles stacked high
with knock-down tins

sweet rows
of cardboard corn.
under

one of these lids
there’s a horse
that changes colour

and someone lucky
gets to make a wish.

Tiffany Anne Tondut's e-chap book of poetry The God of Love is Stained can be read at www.silkwormsink.com She is currently writing her first full collection, beautiful bastards, while working as a copywriter and columnist.

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