Jackson

At Cottesloe Beach, 2015 Dadda! Dadda! a toddler screams Dadda! Dadda! Dadda! Dadda! Dadda! Dadda! Dadda is chiselled, hard-bodied, striding up the beach in rash top, mid-thigh shorts, expensive, tight Under his right arm like a rugby ball he carts a little girl held horizontal, facing the ground wriggling and kicking against his grip screaming… Read more

Bananas sound like chop chop chop. My daughter (18) with her stick-insect wrists cutting them up to freeze and blend. My kitchen is full of their fat-free sweat. I don’t know how to talk about it. I pick one up and touch it to my nose. Close, the skin has its own dun scent. Some… Read more

Mens underpants! black, plain Against them my     white lines stand out Mens underpants! solid-seamed, heavy-hemmed, broad in the crotch So much space for my generosity Mens underpants! in the mirror They cover the caesar scar trench in my flesh Mens underpants! dark, flat Against them my     fair rondure stands out In them I     am so much more of… Read more

A man on the train I’m opposite him A sagfaced man      who must once have been fat A man perhaps forty      with thinning dark hair      a rough laugh      and a phone to his ear A man in black sunglasses      on this grey day A man whose open shirt lapels      frame a small show      of dark… Read more

I dreamed a large penthouse apartment with that woman inhabiting it The one who expects things of me and then gives me hell about them, mocking me and balling her fists, because nothing is ever good enough for her and because the world hurts her The world hurts her because she expects everything to hurt… Read more