Anjana Ram7 May 2019
Your fungus / begins to / age inside / its new / porcelain cage.
My mother is in the kitchen, a tiny moving blur amongst maroon teak cabinets. Sunlight is pouring in and I am bent over my homework, scribbling away to glory, when I cough.
Found poem from The Naughty Book for Girls by Candice Hill, which maintains a 1.83 star review on Goodreads.
It’s a passive act to survive entirely on spinach & food textures more usually chewed in the thick of an apocalyptic-type emergency.
I found a boy sitting on my verandah one day. He was different from the others because he was calm. Crimson scars climbed his skin.
On Wednesday March 15, an estimated 150,000 primary, high school, and tertiary students across the country walked out of class to protest the Australian government’s persistent inaction on climate change.0
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