By | 1 November 2018

for Zenobia Frost

base notes of black plum and aniseed

late summer

cherry / her warm hand

making gestures

inside me / how much
cannot be returned

to us 
when everything is split

into the before / after

traces of me come out

in the wash
between your knowing

fingers the damp

wholegrain fullness

of asking more

heart notes bloom

how much of this

is the body signalling

too much /

top notes of acetone

the overture

of fibreglass resin

your suburban street

slowly vaporising 


will we only have had this

lying in wake shedding

the scent of our skin

*This poem appears in Rebecca’s forthcoming collection The Future Folds Out Beneath You
with University of Queensland Press in 2020

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