Hand as whale

Over a table-surface
the lampreys of fingers
subsisting on air and
nothing. They
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



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Jocelyn Deane was born in London in 1993 before moving to Australia in 2001. They have been published in Voiceworks, Australian Poetry, Seizure, and were shortlisted for the 2015 Marsden and Hachette prize for poetry. They currently live in Melbourne, where they study creative writing and linguistics, in addition to working as a freelance programmer.

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