transit to seattle
[PHOTO TBA]
order number 143
dragon fruit dripping down the plastic cup through the crevices of the ice like blood,
like purple-pink blood, little pieces of seed viscera,
crunchy, sweet and stale
shoulderless uniform that made little sense in the wellington temperature now finds its use here
you freeze the air to stay awake, maybe three hours in
I remember a memory of singing poorly to someone,
and then I sneak a fraught smile at you
miss the exit to battle ground, your remarks snide
I've got pudding for a backbone,
So do you!
[as part of the "field research: united states (august 2026)" series]
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