in the torrens
a fountain sprays
the waiter cannot explain
the ingredients of the sauce
sparrows bounce bounce
and whirr
in crumb battles
ice water tumbler
with black straw
is still life
my scarf
a pile of woven blue
my phone
connects to the absent
a perfect beer is poured
sediment does the larva lamp float
jet streams make geometry on the sky
sprouted beetroot
sprouted coriander
are heart shapes
in the salad.
last night
i dreamed in poetry
debeaked owls
paper cut out kisses
tea cup storms
lists of the blooded
my name among them
down by the torrens
a fountain sprays
the waiter cannot explain
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