Hand as whale


Over a table-surface
the lampreys of fingers
subsisting on air and
nothing. They
erupt
into sentience as all things
fossils admit them
as honorary sediment at the seabed and
their hands pretend
their bones/spermaceti belong
to still more
immense organs invisible with krill and
size. That isn’t me, the hand-whale appears
to say, it’s some selfless
sprawling
thing.

 

 

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Josie/Jocelyn Suzanne

Josie/Jocelyn Suzanne is a freelance editor/writer/programmer. Their work has appeared in CorditeSoutherly and Rabbit Journal among others. They were shortlisted for the 2022 Val Vallis award, and were the recipient of the 2021 Harri Jones memorial prize, as well as being one of the 2021 Next Chapter fellowship recipients. They are a genderqueer trans femme and live on unceded Wurundjeri land in Naarm.

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