Writing off October (2022)

all the available therapists are Virgos

& I’m (mentally) left swimming 

in Mayakovsky’s fish soup of stars

when this green e-scooter vibes past 

ushering in spring

my collar itches

living days with the tags still on

looking through my bifocal lenses

at the apolitical detail in Chekov

Melbourne today is a short story collection of seasons

yummy mummies amble 

through the fog-addled morning

athleisure-ly (?)

I’m wearing my bisexual pants

I mean my unisex pants

the afternoon frustrates us with sunlight

having looked at clouds from both sides

now I curse in the Cyrillic of my forebears 

Sophie said yesterday she could not

abide another picnic

gratitude is eating your cone 

while your scoop melts on the asphalt