by Lauren Hale
You have been here for what seems like forever Compressed between complexes You have lost touch with the salt The sand You can’t figure out what is wrong with you You are not wrong You’re not right for this place I found this out the day we took you to Currumbin Smiling between waves Your insecurities flotsam beneath the foam The sand You don’t rust here but lustrate The sea erodes the deposits left by the city Until your sides are smooth Again Lauren Hale is a Brisbane-based performer, writer and maker of things. She writes poetry as a means of making forms of feelings she can't otherwise articulate. She illustrates and co-publishes a short story zine called GULP! Fiction (@gulp.brisbane) aimed at supporting local genre writers.
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