Friday, 4 August 2017

Izzi // Waitress

The sandwiches are eaten.

The coffee is made.
The coffee is drunk.
The tables are cleared.
The cafe is closed.
The wages are paid.
The cafe is opened.
The sandwiches are made.
The sandwiches are served.
The sandwiches are eaten.

Everyday.

She recognised her hand
In what was produced
What was consumed
What was swept away.

Everyday she swept herself away.

And then she saw it.
The cycle.

From that moment

She stopped cleaning.
She ate every sandwich she made.
She stopped serving people she didn't like.
She stopped charging people she did.
She invited her friends to consume all they could.

Then she left without warning.