Alison Coppe

Bus Stop

Rain and the road Shake hands at the coffee shop. Bus stop. Break, shift Like that automatic kiss Filling bedsheets Compressing the morning into moans Before the sun is up –don’t go Back to Fourteen years of never loved you …

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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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