I Spy

By | 1 June 2014

—after a line by Fiona Hile

Not yet drunk, or appreciating

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

I say:
‘the speeches…’

In the traffic jam
on the Westgate

you paint your lips
in the dark—

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