Bleach

It was then - that bleached-out afternoon

when everything had long since settled

and you read poems like a fresh burn

and I cried in the front of the public bar

while it failed to occur to me that

there even were people who could see -

it was then that I realised what love was:

a letter opener jammed through the larynx

and no friendly hand to twist it home

Geoff Lemon

"Sunblind"

Picaro Press

Warners Bay NSW 2008