A Poem for Gabi

What would you look like if you were a tree?

Goats cheese and beetroot dip,

A late lunch,

Working all night,

And then

Mornings with Kerrie-Ann,

Grinding our beans and each other,

Washing up,

Making up,

Hot muffin,

Fresh from the oven,

Recycled fashion for ourselves,

Haiku,

Gaol time,

Syringe Disposal Unit

Overflowing,

Musical theatre,

About whores of course,

Sculpture by the sea,

HIV,

Banana trees

Ripen and produce,

Lady Fingers,

And Rage,

In a mirror darkly,

Lectio Divinia,

Smelling our underarms,

Loving it,

Laughing so hard,

Playing the piano,

Same old song,

Bars,

Tears,

Desperate prayers,

Raped and cut open,

Walking in grace,

Up the Butler stairs,

Pregnant,

Anxiously awaiting,

Jellyfish waters of Woolloomooloo,

Safe sex,

Stolen goods,

Pick a card,

A positive affirmation,

Loved by all,

Mind games,

Massaging weary hand job hands,

Women’s Day and the Weekly,

Sadness,

Cheap perfumes,

Ice,

Aging,

Condoms,

Fresh, clean underwear,

Wrong size?

Sorry.

Ugly mugs,

Dressing wounds,

Picking scabs,

As we swam in the Ladies Baths

Together.

Thanks for showing me another way of being.

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