Gumnut Assorteds for supper
Again
Dry dust snorted with weak earl grey
Before 8pm doses when they find Me
In a courtyard of stiff chairs and hazy e dge s
Made h a z i e r
While I Make c r a z i e r ¿
I hoard sprinkles secret colours in my ice cream
Loud walls of chipped beige
gnawed vibrant
by chipped teeth
They take me out for an afternoon on a cotton candy Ferris wheel
Amusement park tragedy of a dying child’s wish
We’re having fun
I think so
It may as well live inside
my skin
Like every tiny dust mite
That fucks and fights for survival
In pores scrubbed raw but never
unfilthy
Until I just Exfoliate with dirt
Feeding the slugs and symptoms
W o v e n
into neurology
☒ “Try some b r e a t h i n g exercises”
But I ☑ Try instead
screeching for benzodiazepines
soothing ocean sounds like parrots on tensed shoulders
We describe ourselves as seasons
Mary is the midsummer
her voice dry with the heritage and heartbreak
of a family who will never visit
I ramble about crunchy leaves, vomit and screams
But she says No matter who we are today
We all become the
Fall
Alex Creece is a writer, collage artist, and average kook living on Wadawurrung land. Alex works as the Online Editor for
Archer Magazine and the Production Editor for
Cordite Poetry Review. She's also on the editorial committee for
Sunder Journal. Alex has been awarded fellowships with Writers Victoria, Arts Access Australia, The Wheeler Centre, and Midsumma Pathways. Her work has been shortlisted for the Kat Muscat Fellowship, the Next Chapter Scheme, the Geelong Writers Prize, the Born Writers Award, and the Lord Mayor's Creative Writing Award. Alex's first book is
Potty Mouth, Potty Mouth (Cordite Books, 2024).
http://www.creecedpaper.com/