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Rolling Acres Mall, Abandoned

Sarah Ann Winn

A trumpet vine splatters the open clockwork of the down central escalator with orange. In the food court, chairs with slashed seat cushions echo the pattern of a bikini atoll, newly formed.

On the wall of the downstairs ladies bathroom, someone has scrawled "ALL SALES FINAL" in red spray paint, and added a halo as a dot to the 'i.' A tall weed growing out of the sink obscures the graffiti tag.

In the light, dust motes glitter down into the atrium from the broken skylight. All the shoppers have gone home one last time. Sparrows aerate a clearance rack full of empty hangers.

In dreams, I sit at the broken-off counter drinking orange juliuses, and ordering breakfast at No-More Neon End of the World Late Night Cafe.

Sarah Ann Winn's poems have appeared or will appear soon in Cider Press Review, Massachusetts Review, Quarterly West, Nashville Review, and RHINO, among others. Recently, her piece "Field Guide to Alma Avenue and Frew Drive" was a finalist for Tupelo Quarterly's Prose Open contest, judged by Joanna Howard. Her chapbook, Portage, was released by Sundress Publications. Find her at, or you can follow her @blueaisling on Twitter.

ISSUE SEVEN: May Sell Tyres | next poem →

ISSUE SEVEN: May Sell Tyres

Jill Khoury
   [posterior vitreous detachment]

Sonya Vatomsky
   Mouth-Off (III)
   The Serbo-Croatian language
      uses the same word, čičak,
      for burdock and Velcro

Kamden Hilliard
   no baby but the poem is about you

Jessica Schouela
   The Funeral

Chris Campanioni
   Working Models

Sarah Ann Winn
   Suburban Thaw
   Rolling Acres Mall, Abandoned

Cynthia Conte
   Number three star: Fast years

Diane Gage
   Dear John (Cage)

John Lowther
   a sonnet from 555

Rebecca Yates
   What is "Emoji"?

Glen Armstrong

Marta Ferguson
   The Nether as Pizza Parlor

September Hinkle
   Surviving Charlie