____the tourist travel is always easy the ruptures the
norm, fade to a spike of wine-glass chat, post-being-
there, post-every-thing. & the plibersek patronymic
it gets her through loopholes of any geo-context,
anyway. we commune loud. we are biodiverse:
my shrouded origin is stained with effulgent soot
too! i loosen my grip on a hairstyle, bleat out the
oxymoronic messages of love, direct you outwards.
vault past the heart of a pat city state, filter out
the allocated grace out of this televised debate.
___(oh that i were less responsible for generality.)
the children discovered their myth – believe it; forget
my wanton ignorance. here we are all conch-ciphers.
so develop a policy, a colonial vow, a photo of fairies.