Freight

By | 12 February 2026

i.
A man nodding on the bus, tired from keeping everyone
else alive. Trundled five nights home.

ii.
Balloon men spiking like lunatics in the forecourts.
Rain spatter on the windshield.
At 20 km/h, these are the places for visitations.

iii.
‘Let’s get rid of this,’ he said as he touched the clear
hospital wristband, slowly pulled my arm to its length.
Snipped that which had grown under my skin.

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