OBSERVE

 

The way people hold toilet paper

their fights over the price of fresh meat

 

the golden green parakeets sing

a lone fat rat chewing bread

 

bats swoop low through the rafters,

graze their heads finding home

 

three figures sit in the glare

and gently sizzle their skin.

 

The way we used to stand

close to strangers

 

the feeling of my body, alone

in a room, is not scary anymore

 

until the tiny frames fall off the screen

parting notes.

 

JESSICA WOOD