By Wardah Abbas
The silverware slides off the steward’s hands in a minute of panic.
The baby crawls on the splinters like red hot coal,
screaming in anguish. It’s no less messy than the baby
who pukes on the intern on her first day of work, the mother
wiping it off with hands full of shit. A whizzing car
splashes muddy water on the model’s coloured face
And the coffee-house waiter walks on wood like egg-shells,
terrified to spill. These are the ordinary turmoils of human life;
seen live from behind the cameras, parts that never make it
to the “gram”. Utterly real and bound to let you down.