Hands

You are pushing a plastic snail
bigger than your torso across the floor
with the end of a set of measuring spoons
and I’m thinking about the men
who spend their days chopping
congealed fat off the walls of our sewers
and my fingernails are spotless
and I cannot re-wire a plug.

© Carl Burkitt 2021

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