The Department Store of Everything

by Suzanne Verrall

while everyone else went home laden
I was left

unable to find
a pair of size nine beds
for my sleepwalking feet

the ensemble mattress kind
with a knick-knack shelf bedhead
and built-in light

like I’d had as a child
when I knew how to sleep

by mistakes I’d made during the day
or the week
or thirty years ago

I’ll be back tomorrow
my voucher
is non-transferable


Suzanne Verrall lives in Adelaide, Australia. Her poetry, flash fiction and essays appear in various publications including The Interpreter’s House, Australian Poetry Journal, and the Southampton Review. For links to her work go to

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