sugar bomb rests between
unbrushed teeth
i chew

slowly

staring out the window that can’t be turned off

hands reaching out to the far wall
uncoloured bony aliens

ten tablespoons of pasta soup
chinese medicine
a peice of bread
three sips
of water

if one day i see you
standing in the dairy isle
at the supermarket,
don’t greet me
with a forced “hello,”
if you’re not willing
to conjure a proper goodbye.

her burning passion and certainty
allures me

my body is dark blue
dissipates in the rain
becomes indecisive in the night
i bite the side of its cuticles

and she
she explodes with a match
lit by signature grins
unwavering by the wind

i watch my spirit move into the mirror
like a snake
not made to be there

she just is
without fear and
I just don't know how
she can be so sure

she comes with sparkling humour
i arrive late
with open wounds and
no band aids

twin flames
you were purple
i was yellow

i killed us
blew us out
candles on my
fifteenth birthday cake

i wished that
one day
i’d let you go

i stand in an asphalt river
and a chill knocks on my heart
as it cascades down the empty street

i eye my dad
as he takes photos
of the skeletons
resting on the grass

my hands are stuffed
in my overly fluorescent
striped jacket,
refusing
to feel the cold

i breathe out smoke

my pupils drift to the rusty shells; their tyres,
and their lack of number plates

the duo rests there together;
tethered to the turf,
bounded by the night,
and the endless winter wind

i wonder if they are past lovers;
entwined forever,
and forgotten to every eye but us
- or if they have a past at all.

where does the world go
when your body is folded like
still origami?

square of white i stare up at recently
used to be a canvas for potential dreams
now is just a wall hanging above
boxing me in