Emma Barnes



Triptych

The recipe They will tell you that there are things alone, things gone, things wearing shirts that would have been ugly in the 90s. They will tell you. They might tell you. They will say something, likely mostly nothing. But …

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I am a man

“Here she is” they say of my body. I lifted my breasts into my clothing this morning. I say. I am a man for all weathers. A man for all withers. You said: The horse is loose. I capital I …

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binding

the intro credits font crumbles to a song it’s a galaxy of concern, one wherein you lack air. the scenery comes frosted. tell me your times, specific bare feet on the floorboards: locate it, see i’ve got you for real …

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perfect teeth

filling glasses to an equal level, quantifying sex, it’s harbour-life. when we walk we progress. overcorrecting my hair for the wind & you say ‘this flower smells good to me’. my Melbourne-centric smile my pronouncements more purposeful, fairness is the key …

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Long Form Thought

You are the inside out left hand glove I slip onto my right hand in morning too dim to tell what I’m doing. You do the job. My whole body is one giant fracture as I force it to walk …

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Tangle and Snare

We’re a triangle tangle and snare. The moon is to our left and we are a wreck on the shore of modern depictions of love. In the harbor you say that you’re on one ship, or on another cruise or …

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Sigourney Weaver Helps Me Out of Some Feelings (Not Pants)

Sometimes when I consider the inside of my brain it seems like it must be honeycomb not flesh. Or the symmetrical petals of a complex flower. Sigourney Weaver always looks like she wants to tell me to go run around …

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