the baby is pushed like luggage along the floor with a foot, a red mark on his forearm, a white singlet, a dummy that will never pacify the cries his life will bring, a mother so inebriated, cursing the queue, her partner, I can hardly see, you fucking bastard, she says, having to sit down, orange stains on her jumper, a rose tattoo on her ankle, yellow toenails, the Bali sand long gone from her feet, she drops her arrival card, tells the guy he's a fucking asshole, stop it, she cries
