A slow psychedelic ache of light;
I separate out into segments
Dip a toe in iced water,
Trap fingernails in a doorframe,
Flick a fly from an eyelash,
Suck sangria through a striped paper straw,
Watch as humans swagger, saunter, stagger,
Each in equal brazen measure.
You remain resolutely intact,
Determined to talk me round;
Your words crochet the air,
Gathering me into a mesh so fine
While we sip wine from the chipped teacups
Of the Mad Hatter’s broken bar.
Later, the city heaves a sigh and spits us out;
We are in exile, desert patterned.
I brush my hair as the lightning crackles
And you turn your back
To blow cigarette smoke at the sputtering storm.
Aftermath appears in Larissa Reid’s pamphlet, Caesura (2022).