3 poems by Blossom Hibbert

Our last night together

a window and a

man inside with a jacket over his face

a woman laughing

under blades of gold sugar

tonight i am safe like a crab in her shell

only walnuts & glow worms move

a crack appears i can fit my fist inside and make

it larger than a swimming pool but i leave it alone

what if the floor breaks open dropping me

down into the airport?

the fear that this love will end

the fear that it wont

i know the holes in the sky are fists through telephone box walls

thousands of them

what else can i tell you

stars are teeth

his face picks gravel

from my heart

You let me live in a non-tragic universe

i feel positively door hinge

i feel i’m all wrong about everything

i feel i ought not to mention it

this century of art is a factory

exploding in the middle of a

rush hour city

without a piece of it

hitting anybody

i’m sorry i don’t mean this

it’s impossible not to want

perfection after sitting on sam’s

lap

on the red leather

couch smoking after

dinner blood

racing to sleep’s finish line

with coca cola motors

Starlings clog the engines

strange sewing machines quietly

make the universe bigger

aeroplanes fly above

greenland’s distracting fields

i think my lillie pillie is out all night

dancing topless

silver beads on the floor

sweep our ankles together

it becomes difficult for us

to return home the soups are cold and bony

sunsets quick

indifferent

does she remember being accompanied by

open gates to every field?

the people we travelled with back then

are dead now

i sit on a wall in zugdidi holding my ears

because nothing is completely

true or good or speechless to someone like this

yet i’ve got her silver beads on

because i must decide

will it be summer again soon?

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Blossom Hibbert is based in Melbourne, Australia. These poems are from her pamphlet: 'Happy Blue' published by In Case of Emergency Press.