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Poem · From the Margen catalogue

Your parcel changes hands while you sleep

2:14. Your parcel enters warehouse 3. The machine reads its barcode and nobody looks at it.

1:50. Yolanda Berbel, sorter, turns the box so the label faces up. That makes eight hundred.

0:20. Simón Alfaro, driver, reverses onto the dock and signs his arrival time with the engine running.

23:50. You, in bed, tap buy.