I place my indispensable watch
in the tray so that it won’t
beep when I walk through. They
confiscate one of my lighters as
it’s too dangerous with two.
‘The other one,’ he says helpfully
looking up from the screen, ‘is right next to your apple.’
Then I eat the apple in the taxfree and throw
away the core and wonder if
it will prove useful or
just be incinerated, where will it
end up? And in my deepfreezer
back home in the outhouse with
all those berries that will be used for
stewed fruit but when? and me
too what will become of me
and why?
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