you said
everything. all at once.
i said
not this. not right now.
and there was something
explicit
in your touch.
you said
everything. all at once.
i said
not this. not right now.
and there was something
explicit
in your touch.
16 hours
of devotional song
and the heavens
were only just beginning
to open.
the western line:
a stutter
of train tracks
crisscross
like a
constructivist film
a new landscape
coloured by iron
and redfern,
just a memory.