lxiv

making up
for lost time
everything
i didn’t get to
survive with you
all the life
we never got to lose
together

i close my eyes
and see us
as broken children
mending
like we should have
it’s silly
i know
to yearn for dreams

but we’re here
now, trying
our best
for ourselves
for each other
as consolation
for not having
what we do now

i will keep finding
what is missing
and bringing it back
to you
always
a home
shared breath
scraps of us

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 //