to unhinge your embrace of
of a sepia-toned rainbow
i rewrote the rules of flinty conventions
so you could undream all your pilfered dreams.
when you cried the lament of being
someone’s daughter, someone’s sister, someone’s mother
i remembered what my mamma told me
about how to treat a lady.
and, if her words were intoxicated with the truth of every lie
or reeked of some good to be found in confronting every evil,
then i have done you no harm.
i only wanted you to live
the same life loaned to us all
but if my simple deeds have failed
to catch the hubris or to pull apart a citrus smile
in the web of these verses
then i blame no one, but myself.
it is strung too haphazardly
to mediate the crevices of unyielding silence
to make your song mine.
you said, ‘i ain’t no skanky ho’
and in this forsaken darkness
punctuated by the insolent buzz of flies
i still carry you in my heart after all these years.
Sydney, September 2015
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