Poetry from Kate Cameron
Getting Older
Time slips into a silky blouse
and sways her hips
Time slips me a fully stamped
loyalty card on my first visit
Time slips and calls me back
before I’ve left the room
She wants to see me again
Her body is warm and I want
to drink from her
Her body is warmer than I know
to be safe but
I still take a sip
and though my mouth is burned
and though the pleasure fades with every mouthful
I do not know regret;
I only know her body
Biodegradable
I carry the ocean in my pocket
The loose threads and leftovers
snatch the sunlight like a dusty screen door
In the ocean I lose my keys and my rewards card
As I flick the case on my digital escape plan
the things I’ve lost join the angry march
with last night’s bottle cap
and last week’s apple sticker
and they trudge into the sea
I turn out my pockets, but
tomorrow, guaranteed, a little less sunlight
will make it past the dusty screen door
and my property manager,
and maybe my bank,
will join the war
Caw Caw; The Seagull & I
I am in love
with McDonald’s apple pie
The seagull has sniffed out my paper bag,
the wind is French kissing my neck.
I am convinced that because I love McDonald’s apple pie,
I, like a seagull,
am not and never will be
a guy
who makes out with his friends
at underground parties tasting like sticker glue and stripes.
The seagull & I are afraid
of dark spaces
and are known to squawk when we could
just ask politely if there are any leftovers
There’s a place already set for us at the table
but on the plate is a steak
And I,
& the seagull,
only want to eat McDonald’s apple pie
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