Entanglement

A sharp drop, a broken ankle. You wince.

Dumped in the dead of night, hoping to avoid a fine.

Teenagers huddle into the stall, trying to be brave. A squeak from the corner sends them fleeing.

Sleeping. One day he shall remain in his position as the life inside of him departs.

A child plucks tomatoes from the plant, runs inside to show her mother.

The chair screams as it's dragged across the floor.

Empty cans bounce off the wall, echo. They all miss the target.

A drunk curses as the tram sways, making him piss on his own shoe.

Teal drapes hang still, remembering old stains -- and bracing for ones to come.

An unusually quiet child watches through the bars as people shuffle past.

The beaded curtain neatly splits public and private spheres.

Lineworker gloves, swollen and cracked. Signs of heavy kerosene exposure.

A chair remains from whoever used to live here.

You step over the threshold and into a memory. This place -- this bar -- the centre of the frozen world.

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