QC 93 do you ever think about me?
I think about you.
Every night when I brush my teeth,
and I see your little silver sticker.
Who are you?
Where are you?
How many hairdryers have you quality controlled?
Are you loved?
I’ve always had so many questions,
and now you’ve joined that list.
But you don’t know that.
I picture you, QC93.
Checking.
Sticking.
Then going home to kiss your child’s curly head.
It’s late.
They’re sleeping.
Maybe we’re all just the same?
I’ve always had so many questions.
Why is your sticker not centered?
