by Benjamin Dodds
No one sees me draw it from my pocket, hide it in a hand, raise and place the secret weight inside my mouth to tongue its imperfect sphere. No one knows I taste whispered grit and dust from yesterday’s island all over the lopsided marble found and freed from white holiday sand. No one hears it roll and clack against the backs of my teeth though I dare them as I sip unlimited premium cocktails and bend cruise talk around it. No one is here on the salt-greased deck when I spit its glass globe from my lips to rest between ridges of hollowed palm then pitch it from the steady giant a day from nearest land -scrap. No one sees the parabola that can’t be ungraphed as it pierces night time Pacific unheard. Lidless cats-eye stares off at what? as it falls for how long? Benjamin Dodds is a Sydney-based poet. His work has appeared in journals, anthologies and newspapers, and been broadcast on ABC RN. He is a poetry reader for Overland. Benjamin is the author of Airplane Baby Banana Blanket (Recent Work Press, 2020) and Regulator (Puncher & Wattmann Poetry, 2014).
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