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7th March, 2025

Friday Poem – ‘Poem in which I’m a transnational drug smuggler’ by Bethany Handley

Photo of a plane coming into land against a golden sky.

This week’s Friday Poem is ‘Poem in which I’m a transnational drug smuggler’ by Bethany Handley from her pamphlet Cling Film.

Poem in which I’m a transnational drug smuggler
The guy in front of me is told to remove his leg. He unscrews it and places it in the tub with his luggage.We watch
his leg disappear through the rubber curtain
as he hops through the airport scanner. His stump
is swabbed alongside another guy’s empty boot,
a tube of toothpaste and a wallet. I’m asked to wheel
past the metal detector and to park myself
where the other travellers await their bags.
A female guard cups my arms, my waist, my breasts.
She asks me to raise myself above the cushion, squeezing her hand into the gap between my skin and chair. Below, my five-hundred-pound pressure cushion
protects my skin, bags of coke stashed where the gel
should hold my form. Each bum cheek is perfectly imprinted in bleached powder. Later, when the taxi driver asks
whether my wheelchair is to support my benefits claim, I’ll smirk and nod.