the city worries. its streets fill like ants before rain. shopping bags shackle. the wind rustles taxis. roads are liquorice chewed, spat into lines. wheels hijack space, stray leaves take on thuggish cigarette butts in gutters. ring-pulls hitchhike. twenty-foot women skyscrape, sell, sell, sell. lights remain tight-lipped. ‘closed’ signs are never circles. glass cools. silver sprinkles the hats, horn notes fight through the ragged tap dance of trams. alleys leak. fast food yellows everything.
(first collected in between giants in 2012)