There’s another universe I never met you in. There’s a universe we met in but I never return to. In time your name is a whisper carried over the mountain to the edge of my dream, eaten by a mouth of fog. I floated with the rising tides, I covered you in mud and silt, and the ocean ate the parts of the shore you once stood beside me on. I used the side of my fist and I smudged the sunlight out of the vast field we walked across, to finally get here and only fail each other. I smudged the sunlight out, until there were only stars to navigate the currents by. I wake from my dream and hear the ruru call and the waves in the still of the night, I hear the stars suddenly cracking apart like ice between my teeth. At the stations of my illusions, I pry out the nails one by one. I’m left with holes in my palms, through them I see the universe that never held you in its arms. There is peace there, from pieces missing. I enter the field, my palms blind with blood, the flax wiping the wounds clean.
Acknowledgement of Country
We acknowledge the Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples as the first inhabitants of Australia and the custodians of the land we live on.