Fresh: Yardarm by Meg Drummond-Wilson

Yardarm

I’m sitting in an alpha male’s
piece of shit old car. Lunch break,
30 degrees in the shade,
the sun’s burning down our arms;

and he’s pleased with himself,
you can tell by the way his hands
are touching the wheel

and the way his mouth is touching
his hand-rolled cigarette.

Impassive jaw, he looks away.

Hand to mouth,
mouth to hand,
my fleeting gaze.

Bright, smoked and ugly
the bush is flashing by –

I’m all those things and more,
there’s a wolf’s curve to my spine.


Meg Drummond-Wilson is a first-year Archaeology and History major at the University of Western Australia. She was raised in a fishing village pretending to be a relevant city by bibliophilic parents and a steady diet of Enid Blyton. She currently enjoys poetry, research, gossiping about dead people, Arthurian legend, Australian summers and synthpop. More of her writing can be found at sovteck.wordpress.com.

 

 


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