workshop

1 November 2017

we left crumbs on Country
forgot to bring them inside our cushioned seats

the photo I took of you is blurry
I walked home to a spider on my bed

beneath the lamplight
the strangeness between us is glowing

I found a place in this home hip-width wide
with a thought to replace you

I won’t flood like I used to
my kidneys are ready for winter

it’s cold here
but I’m working

shut the door
I’m working

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