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Mortal:Drift

1 December 2013

Celia

Celia | Fiona White | Oil on linen | 45cm x55cm

I

I said, don’t put a frame
around me.
I’m not your art.

Outside, cicadas pulse.
Summer. All those new boys
trebling for a mate,

bright-coloured, fancy,
and as many dulled girls
without their glasses on.

Earth and its usual dramas:
keeping busy,
the middle space.

Sometimes,
a winding, like conversation.
A thermal lift on the hope

of an aerial view.
So we carry on,
him gone

and me at 39:
most certainly,
not

art.





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