Tag Archives: Benedicta J. Foo

moon

the stains of past picnics live upon your salmon shirts wine rusts on the occasional sea salt for when your skin feels more at home under the moon you see i have built houses in your yolky lapel since birth … Continue reading

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gregory

here you sit as a paper cutout astronaut, your vest clinging onto your frame with lilliputian tabs. you whisper commands with voice disguised as gossamer wisps of burnt oregano, your hands grasping on your guitar oar. the accompanying beetle orchestra … Continue reading

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takeaway

tonight / beneath flags raised in celebration we share a platter of discount supermarket sushi, mentaiko spread on torched salmon, as if salt doesn’t exist on skin and in temporal grief too. this is new: other times when we opt … Continue reading

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cathedral city

after camera obscura / for h. two rewinds back in a cassette we found ourselves top of the town. me, in suede, you suede soporific. the air electric as if drugged on lust, complementing overgrowth and everyday curbside grime. today … Continue reading

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postal

melbourne: blue mountain in one hand, chinese jasmine the other. we learn to unweave winter from growth. you take the needles and turn them to 12, and we unwind time – and we un-wait beneath clocks on expired mustard. i … Continue reading

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toko joen*

the heartbeat of the almost-empty coffee shop is a river of electrons running in its neon-veined name. it radiates like the tobacco blood that gives life to its corporate sponsor. buzz, the company rings the makeshift office of makeshift stools, … Continue reading

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