be quieter.
werkstadt fills with smoke but not with noise.
they wrenched the body from the tracks.
we were late.
a little triangle of pale face pokes above the platform.
we sit there dumb.
your eye is stuffed and my nose is bashed in.
his face is indifferent.
his body is limp but his face is rigid in a moment before a sneeze.
a sorry lot.
lets slice this pineapple to fix our wounds.
no amount of bromelaine will fix a snapped spine.
too many hands raise him up too many open hands to slap him.
it’s a date.
get gone.

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