The glass slipped out of my hand. The train station was wet and blurry. I knocked another glass over with my elbow. I dropped my fork on the floor. I dripped another fork on the floor. The beer ran down my throat. The beer ran down your throat too. It ran down my chin. It ran down my neck. It ran down the road. We ran down the road after the bus. The bus was swimming with people. The plastic cup of water in the plastic bag fell over. We got the noodles wet. We got our faces wet. The departure board was smeared on the wall. The Burger King was nothing but mush. I wish the glass kept slipping out of my hand over and over again.

2015-06-13 20.59.25

Published by Gareth

London-based artist

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