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From: Vol.05 N.01 – Stick in a Thumb and Pull out a Plum: Poetry and Comsumption


by Toby Fitch

The wedding band on your finger or the gold

watch you’re wearing was most likely produced

a billion years ago by two neutron stars

colliding. That’s pretty cool.


The pretty new band produced by bilious fingers

was wearing gold stars. For what seemed like

most years you watched them colliding at too-

cool weddings.


Stars like years. Producers make a pithy billion

as they watch your neurons go bandy from a

collision with the wearable cold. You get

goldfinger weeding.


The production of golden years bond together in

college. Perky, you wore a swatch and Bill’s ions

glid toward you like moist sago. You steered

wide of his newty fingers.


Ghouls burst from a Nerf gun. Stars bend. Prod a

duck and it’ll cool down. Yours’ll wade out too,

or, like, wear you out late. It’s a collage and a pity

you haven’t been watching fings err.

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Plumwood Mountain Journal is created on the unceded lands of the Gadigal and Wangal people of the Eora Nation. We pay our respects to all Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people, and to elders past, present and future. We also acknowledge all traditional custodians of the lands this journal reaches.