Izzy circle


there are rocks
climbing up the drainpipe
into our bathroom sink

and I think I AM SO COLD
I look at my feet TOES LIKE PEBBLES

I picture telling my children
and their children and their dogs
they don’t really know what cold is


Sarah circle


Old American cars spew like scattered M & Ms across the forecourt
While old Australian men with their hands folded behind their backs
Follow each other around every shining tonne of metal
Blazing in the sun
High priests of this pagan idolatry of chrome and steel
The watchful guardians of a hundred dormant monsters
Who have prised those roaring mouths open
Lest they learn to speak on their own


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