Blue

1 November 2018

for Kat Muscat

Three years on and your husk-sweet voice so close I could lean back and touch
it. Cigarette spirals and eggshell blue. Winter sunlight skidding sideways
gutters heave with rain. I am knee-deep in a wide-cut river

arms spread out

afraid I’m about to step on something sharp.

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