For never listening-
You return as the fruit dumped in supermarket rubbish bins
gnawed on by rats
feeling the rat head probe deeper towards the heart
and on to roaming bits of gravel under the footsteps
of your supermarket employer.
Return as the perceptible darkness inside a truck of butchered carcasses that commuters disembarking from the station platform unexpectedly sidestep the curb and enter.
By Emilia Batchelor.