ix

trace the late night shimmer bloom
this place in me carved out for you
my tears swallowed for pure devotion
gripped in breath of falling motion
whispered warmth; my tethered needs
i plead upon bruised hands and knees
fill my chest with sanctuary
retrace the prayers that set me free
bind my fingers to your will
pressed against my throat you spill

castration coven //

transgender,
hopeless sapphic
gothic romantic //

reflections in love,
despair, hope
failure, beauty
horror, personhood
resistance, healing //

non-indigenous woman
dwelling in Naarm
on lands sovereign
to the Wurundjeri people
this always was
always will be
Aboriginal land //