Poem: Video Store Homily

I worked in a video store – but only for a few weeks.

I wish it was longer. But it was still a good time.

And this was in the time of VHS tapes. Actual videos. I’d grown up, in some sense, in the video stores of New Zealand. Renting anything that needed to be seen. And many things that didn’t – or shouldn’t, and only very few where I later wished that I h…