There is a solidarity
about the divided.
Brothers and sisters
who pay their dues
long after frat days.

So mindful.
So in the moment.
It’s so fubu in there.
So fubu all the time.

They just want
maintainable empathy,
once glory days are through,
and judgement to affirm them
made for them, made by them.
They all go to fubu thrift store.

And tip their hats to the can-do attitude
of its pragmatic young shop owner.

All of this, everyday.
Only in fubu thrift store.