I live,
in the country
with dams salivating for rain,
Their mouths agape and the wind sweeps them dry.
The scene is like the Saharah Plains
But peppered with ‘Stralia green gums;
A wellspring on how to survive,
wild-eyed.

i romanticise home
the concept of home
and the lack thereof

do you miss singing?
running? climbing?
bare footed dancing in the rain?

do you miss cultural expansiveness?
open markets?
ma la tang? lamb kabobs?
fashion? anonymity?

my first freedom: car.
home: car was(is?) an allowance of my choice of personhood.
here: anonymity is the allowance of my choice of personhood.
here car is:
-  person, victim of transportation injustice,
  stuck in a positive feedback loop [car to get
  to job, job to pay for car] that makes the car a
  necessity
-  machine made by climate criminals, an
  object that personifies their ecologically grim
  themed hedonism and thus ensures
  environmental injustice for both human and
  non-human

will i miss Sydney for the opportunity of consumption or for the lack of needing consumption to be myself?

One cooked in Melbourne,
the other cooked in Jakarta.

One finished her medium-rare steak,
the other had not.

One went to wash the dishes,
the other watched her while smiling sheepishly.

They were 4 hours apart.
Little did they know---
that it was going to be their
last quality time
spent together

in the name of

"You and I both together.".