Thrift – by Catherine Zhou

Departing, I lug a chair across a highway and the volunteer thanks me for my donation. I choose not to tell them about the missing screw. We’ll just take this into the back, they say. The curtains close and the thing is no more. Arriving, there are no walls. Baroque lanterns hang from metal frames. We’ve received a lot of guitars recently, he says. Do you play? The guitars are black and electric. A bookshelf curves around a field of children’s toys. It’s important to have no expectations here or you’ll be let down, so scour the spines. Find a book in Italian. Think, I could learn Italian if I tried.