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Things written on the back of used dockets during lulls in the stream of customers at Pak n Save (I)

January 12, 2012

Sometimes I am a bomb

in the shape of a uniform with painted on eyes

I could explode.

I could grow flowers out my breasts

or claws on my fingers

I could peel my skin off slowly

with the satisfying suction of an onion’s layers

I could dangle naked from the hanging

industrial light beams,

throw bananas like frisbees and then

Suffocate in yellow plastic bags

a giant raffley pool of them.

But sometimes I just have to keep my clothes on and scan groceries .

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