Put Your Weight Somewhere Else

The dial still looks qualified. Under it, a dead heater and a crushed barrow have been bolted into an argument about who carries what. The yellow jack shoves sideways. The split handle reaches for your shins. Follow the strap and perforated plates: none of this holds by good manners. It holds because somebody tightened the bloody bolts. The scale can offer a number. It cannot tell you where the burden belongs.