Dig and Save

[vc_row][vc_column][title type="subtitle-h6"]Dillon Burch[/title][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width="11/12"][vc_column_text]5 dollars is plenty today.Silver spoons overflow with milk and morning cartoonsbefore we venture through the newly frosted winter frontierto the land where misfits enjoy.Patient snowy steps lighting skinny cigarettes lead the pathto bequeathed baskets of baggy hoodies and XXXL panties.Mounds of awkward shaped sweaters and overly washed fabricscover the rough diamond flannels I’ve come to retrieve.There are no fitting rooms here,only old women standing by watching and smiling as I try on satinsuit jackets and sun hats.Maybe they want them for themselves.I didn’t find what I came for but I never do.A white collared shirt and blue suspenders with gold clipsare my findings for the day.Missing buttons, worn away cuffs, and lost colors don’t bother me.I too am broken and coffee stained.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]