NOT RECOMMENDED FOR LITERAL AUDIENCES
Annie Blake
remembering E.G.
murder is conscripted by juries in courthalls there are other sorts of halls
loss makes us take off our skin of hope of love from the woman whose efforts
will let you live on one condition as long as i am lawyered and judged there is a world
inside my bones if you’re ever unlucky enough to find it know it will never be stilled
the permanent inky odor of saturation the last sandpapered hours of grief
where sea pebbles can only be fondled by the moon there are creatures with long tails
insatiable mouths of seas animal scissors cutting down the sky vulvae
are not part of the first world of matter data a projection of the wet
succession of deep mines of minds the gagged flapping of a hole in the wing and dancing
with his mother was more than the gnashing of coats sometimes women
are just women then men can only be men
Annie Blake is an Australian writer who enjoys research in psychoanalysis and metaphysics. She holds a Bachelor of Teaching and a Graduate Diploma in Education. Follow her work on annieblakethegatherer.blogspot.com.au and on Facebook.