Inventory of damaged items:
three glasses
one large mug
two saucers - smashed
one thousand and fifty eight muscles
in five bodies, in this one store
today. who knows how many more
a pair of scissors
rent limb from limb
skins - ordinary wear and tear, hardly worth
mentioning
a dozen crushed paper cups
practically worthless
five staff members here, in two months
have handed in resignations
supply chains? no.
profits? who knows.
As i walk home i see
what was a local social club
(“almost certainly a front,” i was told
”for drugs or something” - the beer was cheap.)
once. the insides turn out, spat out
on the tarmac, a red mound of brick
the hollowed husk inside dark and empty
this will be a gym
for students and young professionals
a banner reads, ‘T_____ S_____:
Specialists in Domestic and Commercial Renovations.’
we have to break
everything worth breaking.
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I know I write a lot about work, sorry, but that’s just my life rn. I hate tribune really but this article does a good job at summarising the problems we’re facing. I’m talking to people about unionising, but you know how it goes (slow slow slow).
Until next time - i.m.