Henrietta
we would go shopping in Henrietta
the sprawl near our town
parking lots stretched forever
watching from the left side of the car
it felt like another planet
fluorescent and asphalt
its monotony broken by signs
the kind you’d find in airports
I’d get nauseous in Henrietta
from the traffic and ice cream
the dazzle of a new toy to take back
to Penfield
we all now live in Henrietta
mom’s gone with the sheen
we find occasional pleasures
amidst flash food warnings