Poets speaking up to Adani – Claire Gaskin





my compliance cannot be bought

I can rest out of sight but not in focus

visible from space

the glass bottom boat has a stable relationship with the moving view

maybe my depression means my mother bored me even when dying

like my dog yawning when she cannot incorporate what is enacted before her

the largest living thing

I dream my mother smaller than when alive as I hold her

my lack of commitment resistance to presence

I am not in pain I am in disguise

I had to check the baby was still alive

he uses language like you bought it on yourself

then says it is not mass bleaching

somewhere under the stone of anxiety to please is the

the beauty of the closed door

the silver teapot covered in algae

he asks me to make him tea

the more I clean the more it needs cleaning

I use a small bristled brush to clean the spout

it is full of cockroaches

they scatter as I flick them away as more take their place


Claire Gaskin




Photos in collage from: CSIRO CC BY 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0) via Wikimedia Commons

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