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States of Poetry 2016 - New South Wales | 'Potts Point' by Fiona Wright

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States of Poetry New South Wales - Series One

States of Poetry 2016 - New South Wales | 'Potts Point' by Fiona Wright

by
States of Poetry New South Wales - Series One

for Eileen

The light's older
in these sandstone suburbs,
jam-thick.

A clipped-haired man held a dog leash
saying one of us is single,
and even the leaves
had hunched their shoulders
in the gutters.

A waiter, golden-brown as a bread loaf,
squirted water at the pigeons
that sat cock-headed at the tables. My tart
was soft and skinless. Later, your cat

curled fluidly against my legs
and watched the water fizzing on the moorings.
There are crossed oceans
that must spill still
at the edges of your vision,

things we can not understand.

You said perhaps we're both like this because.
Or perhaps because we are like this. Perhaps
it doesn't matter. We stack
your fridge with blueberries and sushi. You roll
up the lid
              of your old writing desk,
curved in three places,
like a spine.

 

Fiona Wright

Recording

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