A petite mess of style and substance. A Melbourne writer. A controversial bitch daring you to see our world differently.

New Vision

twenty one
twelve
fifteen
sheets of inspiration
delicately torn
from a wall
once white
december
the month
to start the year
over
how delicately
can you tear
something down
though
I wonder
pull back
pin by pin
the coating
unclothing
my naked skin
no longer
i always looked better
with a bonnet on
and bananas
between my thighs
modeling for someone else
i never knew
in a picture
at no time
ever taken
of me
strange
how tits
seem
more exposed
lying on the floor
scattered between
quotes belonging
to another
magniloquence
spread so far
the highlighted line
of its meaning
is there too
memories
moments
visions
long captured
or having
needed to be
recreated
into something else
for someone else
who could
love them as her own
tacked to
a bedroom wall
she understands
is the only thing
that is
truly hers
hello friend
you there
girl in the shadows
with a vacant stare
i see you
sticky-taped
in precision
born from
an intuition
that was
never yours
cross-stitched
in fabric
and a silver-studded
leather belt
you’d never wear
in real life
you came to life
we met
more than briefly
aside from the time
my housemate’s cat
clawed you into being
almost more to me
than you were
in real life
i still see you
you’re a photograph
of a girl
i never met
but so alike
one
i know so well
in a pile
of other things
that eventually
became real
a collection
of desire
i need now
to release
even though
unconsciously
I wanted it all
material
made
into being
a being
i don’t know how
it became this
even though
i can tell you
the intimate details
of why
a girl
in black and white
more beautiful
now i know
the woman she
mirrors
strange
I had that image
for years
before i put it up
maps
stolen paragraphs
phrases
speaking more truth
than i knew
what truth
it was i wanted
i asked for it
without realising
what it was
i was asking for
art displaced
in a page
or two
many
torn-out
magazine
clippings
toppling over
one another
scribbles spread
within them
looking like my own
handwriting
they are
ruined
rejected
raw
muses
serving no purpose
anymore
i rest them
on the dirty carpet
un-vacuumed for
this purpose
starting again
i am.

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