the only thing missing in this neighbourhood
is a thrift store;
a collection of goods and clothes and stories
from lives before today’s.
the smell of vintage perfume
and baby powder fabric softener –
like the scents in an old blanket
soaked in the thread by the body
of its previous cuddler.
cleaned for years with white vinegar,
now on a rack for sale
to start another chapter,
to kick off round two.
bloor west village.