The carnies carried me thus far round the state
on custom pan-techs. I was caught up in their wheeling
when they bought me in.
neat, exact; he thinks he’s seen me before.
she quips. “I was tuning pianos before this,” I say,
the chaplain mumbles with his newfound amputee,
Adrian Wiggins is a poet, photographer and information architect living in Sydney. His work has previously appeared in Snorkel, Cordite, Southerly, Heat and Jacket. Find out more at pureandapplied.net.
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