every night i finish spitting out the poison i inhale at work. i'm the canary in the new mine, got a good factory job now. it wasn't always this way. once we folded boxes, applied labels. now we got chemicals in the air. sanded rubber dusts the circuit boards. millions of airborne metal flakes crowd inside my lungs at the rate of a high pitched squeal. i think my histamines are trying to drown me and i'm not sure i have the air capacity to blow a whistle.