Escapril 9, 2023: Advertisement

Pacing back and forth between the infamous liminal space of a 7/11 at midnight made me realize...

How much my clunky, junky wallet could actually buy

Although most of it consisted of wrinkled receipts and expired coupons,

a crumpled stack of fives was still enough to buy

A dozen cups of instant ramen

A handful of M and Ms

Fruit roll ups for miles

Stale plastic wrapped pastries suddenly seem worthwhile

Or if I was feeling more umami today

I could snag a carton of three dollar fries

A can of pringles and a questionable packet of microwave fried rice

All these bold yellow price stickers highlighted the perfect advertisement for my demise