Home #Blue Nib Issues Issue 40 | December 2019 | Small town big wet. Poetry from Ivy Ireland

Small town big wet. Poetry from Ivy Ireland

TRAMPOLINE

When this whole world terminates, it does so spectacularly. And that’s when you say there was never any kick to it, no actual grandeur. Spring, hitting like summer: cut lawns, possum poo on the trampoline. Hose the kid off too while you are at it. Make a melon daquiri, bring the soccer ball inside before the sun forces it to fade away into nothing. The highs – grab the branch – the lows – watch the  sewerage cap – and the fine static electricity in her winged hair. Zap. ...

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