my mouth a bony apple core.

your VR headset kissing

red rims around your eyes.

my call goes to voicemail again.

your portrait hanging askew

in the gallery bookended

by paintings of waning moons.

my cartoon eyes graffitied

with black permanent marker.

your head a tingling plasma

orb at the science museum.

my drag persona snubbing you

in our shared dream last night.

your mouth a scrawny light bulb.
three dots tell me you’re typing

a message but it never reaches me.

I am in dialogue with your lakeside

reflection — it really kills

the bushwalking vibe.

your mouth a hillside cave I walk into.