I Spy

1 June 2014

—after a line by Fiona Hile


Not yet drunk, or appreciating
poetry—stuck

on the highway—I offer
the male glaze,

you imitate the silence
of Werribee. Spot

any zebra? I spy—
one donkey.

I say: ‘the party
will be over…

I mean the poetry
…hopefully…’

I say:
‘the speeches…’

In the traffic jam
on the Westgate

you paint your lips
in the dark—

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