Feifei Z
Description: an online diary for emerging australian poets
Let the more loving one grow older than me By Kalliste Hardy (she/her/hers)
The old you always knew how to hum a tune. After your last baby tooth rattled loose, we went down to the lake and tossed it in. You were aiming at a lilypad and I was looking at the skin that enclosed your wrist. I assumed this was a ritual for good luck but I never asked. It was the first and last time we did this together. I knew you wanted to keep the mouth-bone as a token, but your mother had advised you to stop collecting things. Too many glass jars on your shelves that clink in fear when someone stomp
You called me an angel for the first time in spring. Your top and bottom lip were only an aspiration apart. We were talking about how none of us don’t know quiet no more. I can smell you from around the corner, where I can’t even see you yet. In this dream, there can be no silver bullet. I lie to your mother on your behalf and tell her we’re going for a drive, but the truth is, I’m about to stretch my right hand across your thigh. Even when the song ends, we will sit behind the foggy windscreen in silence a
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