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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Jocelyn Deane

Josie/Jocelyn Suzanne is a freelance editor/programmer living in Naarm (Melbourne). Their work has appeared in various journals, including Overland, Australian Poetry, SCUM magazine and Rabbit journal. They were one the recipients for the 2020 Queensland Poetry Festival Ekphrasis prize. They are non-binary.

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