Surbiton High School


ratty vans


20 conversations are shooting

towards my face

fragmented in their


many misplaced or

recorded over,

but still complete in their entirety

That woman opposite

skin hanging off her face like a

raw pork chop

baggy and olive

marinating in a thin layer of sweat

opens her mouth to cough and

those pieces of flesh ripple

like the rapids of a river, flowing

up a stream

The man to my left with his

scratchy, unshaven face

the handle of his suitcase

covered in duct tape

swaddled so tight it can’t


hands clutched together; bony

fingers, with no ring

his eyes staring, empty

and his face isn’t tired, but it

isn’t fresh as the grass with

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