#32 Poetry

Every day I took up a little more space, and my body became a / landmass, de-platformed old ideas of personhood.

I didn’t know it then but think I have always been moving toward /
that moment in the car park. / Before we met, I was always trying to find a friendship like this, always hustling / to prove I was worthy of it.

something something symbol of Australiana / something something beloved childhood cake / yadda yadda gentrified red-brick wall / in a neighbourhood that less and less people can afford

i open the door / to a raw steak / on the porch; / red on white, / shocking as murder / or glimpses of your / mother’s men- / struation. the birds
/ have left it to rot / privately

she looks up and out and she ties up the string she ties up the string with the flower. she presses her hand against the glass she takes out a string and a look.

This is real time / transcription. /
You are in the silent / field, you / descend upon / the entrapment which is / feudal thinking.