The sky is a wide, unmoving chest
A woman in a yellow sundress wakes in pale arms. She tells her mother she fell into a meat processing plant. Men, cleavers and carcasses went to and fro. I had tea with the foreman, she says. I tested the conveyor belt and found it hairless. I said some things I shouldn’t, she says, I said I wanted to go home. The foreman knew I didn’t mean it and pinched the flesh on my arm. Well done, her mother says. Just look at you, all yellow in your meat & bone.