Our third Poem of the Week is from Sarah Fletcher. Fletcher's two previous pamphlets are Kissing Angles (Dead Ink) and Typhoid August (Smith Doorstop); a new pamphlet, Caviar, is forthcoming from Outspoken Press later this year.
View from a Window on a Sunny Day
I miss your paintings
and their futures too. Conspiratorial
idiosis. Holding hands. We mustn’t.
The sun beats the sky
like sink water through dirty flannel;
we are told to wait for it to run clean through.
This banishment is clear
and remedial: please, and please,
and please. Be, and patient.
Manifold eyes smart with tears.
I see that everyone is writing
poems: those automatons with a truth-fetish;
sniffing out bushfire foreheads with
incredible, extravagant, ease.
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