She of the dark hair
We’re writing secret notes to each other and sticking them on each other’s binders.
The teacher side-eyes us while commenting on how ‘lesbianism’ is bad.
an ornament of openness
a decoration of dedication to change, at
the annual general meeting?
Listening to X only after he’s dead
Capitalising on vintage Woolworths’ plastic bags
Remixing washed out lo-fi vinyls from Savers
Through cradle and gravel,
A truth to tell;
Mortal is lost,
Till last bell.
You didn’t answer my question though For my sins I live in Melbourne Where love is For all but Only A suggestion. Will These Failures grow Meaning through repetition ? I keep seeing your face-painted concern, when I Spill my drink almost falling between your Mismatched chairs. […]