Flitter through metal out-houses
She sits down behind the old supermarket amid trolleys and abandoned paper cups left by lorry drivers. Boxes of detergent, cereals, smart egg boxes lined up in rows. She thought of balancing, toppling. Atop empty-ready-for-recycling card, she tip-toed. She was feeltouch with heel and tip of nail. Dancing amid Daz and packs of ten. Marks in pen on the side. Depot.
She made spirals out of legs and spaghetti hoops out of eyes. She looked for tell-tale signs of dripping juices. There were some there as she looked down. It weakened her feet-shelf. Upside down, she looked for plastic entrails. Dazzled by her own flexibility, she was a bag for life.
If you put down a deposit on my bobbly Corona bottle, you can come back time and time again for me.