Factory
They don’t make car parts at night.
The factory is open tomorrow.
I’m taking a walk.
Out of the house when it’s night.
I might eat breakfast.
Something rotting.
When it’s all over.
I’m not in my house now.
I learned to make car parts some years ago.
I’d rather be…
A car tire.
Squealing around, easily, treads last a long time.
They don’t make anything at night.
I should be asleep, but the factory is open early and…
I need to get ready soon or they might get me…
If I were a tire, I would be very happy.
People dream about work at night.
I should be dreaming of making car parts.
So I can wake up and make car parts.
Except when I’m awake my wrist hurts.
I’m awake and nothing is being made right now.
The factory is opening in four hours.
Everything I make in there is perfect.
They don’t make car parts at night.
How do I know?
Because I’m here right now.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2025
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