Alison J Barton dissonance if a parasite crawls into my countenance from your bearing to the fleshy interior of my stomach I will live with it I want to be of you us of each other I want us to start at your head and end at my a continuous being     line your mouth ovals like a corpse dissonance the diamond between my scapula scent your mode of inquiry in the night you move like cool fluid I make my own lines we warm our skin on each other as long as — what language might be in your mind? clean-linen-books-and-philosophy love a formless mass my hand authorising the pen dashed eyes from the screen royal blue dust fingers curled towards the heart (a protective gesture) the upper back shoulders rounded over the pulmonary the gait of a woman unsolved clothed in scraps gape to bear where is the place for human suffering if not here where should it be borne in a soft ice cream mouth brittle chocolate tongue Budja Budja, Halls Gap a mountain gully calling you like Alison Whittaker’s white linen at Hanging Rock calling you like you’re not supposed to be there like you can’t see the blindness in your own eyes you crawl through rock crevice without water in the un-light of a stone cave notions slip between gaps history between people, an un-mendable menace an old whisper caught in the air swallowed into the lungs shadow footsteps just behind you reach for rock edges with a hot dry arm black eyes burn on white skin tiny spirals coil from a dirt ground the sun long on orange pebble stretches the still quiet waterfall on green moss shallow windless valley you said you wouldn’t mind dying next to her but you’re not next to her a baby rumbles in her bellyAlison J Barton is a Melbourne-based poet and book reviewer. Themes of feminism and psychoanalysis are central to her work. She is published in various journals and magazines (in Australia and internationally) and works as a Social Worker. She can be found on Instragam @alison_j_barton
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