#23 Puncture

Occasionalism

My phone died. I went out / walking : / Carlton Gardens / habiting myself / to the dazzling and vast / epiphenomena of mineral extraction

Each of my nearly thirty thousand days: / a divertimento to this forest’s bird flutes and frog babble.

Comic ‘The Line’ by Leonie Brialey for The Suburban Review PUNCTURE.

Cover art by Maria Viirros for The Suburban Review PUNCTURE.

I have a Messenger/text/email transcript, the final digital exchanges of a near-dead daughter-hood, but I cannot remember the last words spoken.

She was a ghost from the future or the past. She weighed the baby and he did a big wee on the scales.