you limp into the weekend
once the night shift is over
and go get yourself
a drink at the pub on the corner
where raison skin workers
stand alone.
in silence share your grievances.
then the off-brand supermarket
to buy discount processed foods
beans and instant noodles
the out-of-date, microwave curry
will do.
sat on a bus with bodies
swollen hands and aching ankles
minds tire from the weight of expectation.
you each carry a bag of medication
king size smokes, refined sugars
saturated fats and bottles of drink.
tomorrow can never come
soon enough.
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