We stand in queues
Laugh in doorways
Lift bags of oranges, children, the weight of the world
Tap cards, answer emails, fold laundry,
make coffee, sign forms, schedule meetings.
All the while
Blood slips between our thighs
Soaks cotton
Fills cups
Threads along folded wings
and still
we keep moving,
softly fierce, unbroken
Kayt
17/8/25
