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Sport 37: Winter 2009

she never knew she knew before

page 106

she never knew she knew before

chapter 1 we're all dying but we're amazed

Spitting, she strolls over to the piano. Beads of her pavement pyre are in flame. She sweats her cress off, smashes candies. That is, she's getting in see you, singing personals to late night anglers.

Standing in the corner, feeling, with lit up shop mannequins trudging ocean fields, a suitcase pantoum, a white, flying sea.

chapter 2 the book of the rolling stone

'I want the surface, Ms Marris,' he says.

Mick chews a villanelle, half-opens low chairs. He is neither tired nor thirsty, with champagne fronds, his hands.

Extreme blue planes yearn, scrape clouds.

Crouching behind a fountain, she plays on a skinny nerve.

chapter 3 bored & ready for action

'Not many of them feel the same way as you do,' he says.

Fade candles to meet wheels, countries coming to tarmac.

Her eyeballs cut into the edge of his frame. Her wrist, hot to the next town, next thought, bakes in his English accent.

'Could you lend me a hand with the conversation?'

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chapter 4 does love hurt?

'Check this out; an umbrella inside,' he says. They get into their bodies & head out for a meal.

Killing off the darkness, tops of fences; the sound of seashell lovers walking casual side-by-side.

'You can stroke the moonlight,' he says.

chapter 5 poem-in-progress

Nextdoor neighbours' dogs reel in the love.
Am I having a good time? is written all over the house.
'Not bad,' she shivers underneath a relationship.
She turns up to blast full volume moonlight.