Clothing rushes from the factory faster than possible. Products of stolen childhood days in buildings of hopelessness. Mould in the air, teaming with dust mites and particles, finds its way into lungs of the young. Speed feeds and shelters workers and families on a few taka a day till others take over.
buzzing flies
the distant rumble
of a school bus
Invisible fibres detach like seeds in the wind pour from our washing machines, clogging the waterways. Brands we’re ashamed of, we cut them from necklines wear for a season, send to thrift shops, then dump in the landfill of affluence. Where are yesterday’s cotton and wool? Have they dwindled away?
bargain basement
detecting the texture
of fake
First published in Presence 67, 2020.
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