My heaven is a Japanese 7/11.
The fresh stuff, seasonal miracles.
All lovelily, lovingly packaged.
The drinks are elixirs, the chips angel wings.
The prices are cheap, at the counter
they apologize for their humble politeness.
I'd get a veggie bun steamy hot from the oven
and egg sandwiches that have no rough edges,
a rare find is the holiday white peach thingies.
All kinds of onigiris especially with wild plants.
After I die, I'd go straight to a Japanese 7/11.
My heaven.
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