i spent on today my last quarteron today giving the checkout wench her cheeriest smile since her nonage’s bygone holidays. her register is made for filling and my pockets stain empty, flapping listlessly in the wind to give the itselfs some meaning. to the floor go i, shriveled, and small, time for me now to go. she calls the janitors and i am swept away, off to the trash compactors and the fires underneath each corner stores as they are daily visited by tramps, slattern, refuse of societies afforded not even an ilk. here i lie, permitted no standing, and i mush into the floor finding place until they cut me out. no money is too little money to have place on floors, it’s firetime for someone like me. i warm :) finally in the selfhood of flames spitting up and shooting self-same shapes forming and turning, and it finds itself in oxygen afforded to both of us freely by that sweet stinking air beneath all profiting and well-run businesses.

they shape me from dust, they take and they recycle, after the new ordinance requiring such things. one of three workers does their duty as the other two shirk, and here i am, one of the lucky ones, shaped to a dusty doll for children to play and toy and position on their fantasies, giving shape as shape i am, taking space away from nothing to hold for myself. i am placed in cool plastic and my body is smaller than my past, and i am tagged for USD $9.99 PLUS TAX. i have no electric function and my batteries come separately.

i giggle and gasp, groan, gesture, gesticulate, i gallop on ground and give - given to grandchildren, you guys get the gist, i sail through the air as children throw me, december 24th, treated an early christmas present here, i squeal in joy to be here and felt in my new shape. thank you! :) they toss me and roll me and i dissipate on wind. i am disseminated and find homes in new floors, cracks between planks that squeak like i did in my last life, and like i do in my new life, and like i will in my newer life, i find homes as i break apart into substrates forming a stable foundation of particles and molecules on every surface i cover, i take part in creepholes and fill air purifiers as those sweet babies have less and less toy to play with. they toss my head, and before i am caught, i am nothing, fully a million tiny nothings in everywheres, yet you breathe me in, and you sneeze, and i am a part of you.