Adolfo Aranjuez


Fingers slick with smell, hippocampus trick filling gaps. From tram stop to rooftop, a kiss still fresh on lips. This love’s been all spanners, heaps to work out— work through smuggled touching between seats. Duration deficit: twenty-six ’til the 96, …

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Queer Modes: New Australian Poetry

I did not want to build a falling-down house of rhetoric / Or even one that could stand all the huffing and puffing

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I still think of how this road was made for us. The sun is different here. Wear our love like a talisman, ward off the lines I wrote to demarcate you from me. They aren’t incarnations to summon you. I …

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