GUM TREES

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it's a thick coat of wet paint

and the smell of linen and damp towels

it's what i hear in the morning when the sky is still dark

the sudden flicker of red flame and then it is smoke in my eyes and now

it is trying to breathe

muscle memory

bathtubs broken eucalyptus

gum trees

hanging in the steam,

it is asking the rolling cement,

is this what being vulnerable feels like?




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