the aftermath
is swift
rushes in
to fill
the gap
the airy floating space
between
the platform
and the snow
the springboard
and the water
splash!
swish
there you go
there you are
steadying
the flow
the breath
stabilizing
normalizing
readying yourself
for what comes
next.
not my city anymore o, Melbourne gone the Biting Eye Catcher Thumping Tum Sebastian’s Bertie’s Southern Cross bar jazz haunts folk dives...
different toilets in the night no guiding light strange bed wrong height no morning tea no toast no shower up at an ungodly hour...
man stands naked on the platform muscular and hairy shiny taut ready for our eyes our charcoal and our rubbers man stands naked and...
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