Therapy

by Courtney Rae

​i could note the itch of the grey loveseat,
or the sweat cooling at my hairline,
but i know he wants the roots
        - no fine blooms
and okayed blossoms -

but i am barren
in escape of why
        - moonlight marbled on tides,
a lighthouse dull, deadened -
i cannot reach the raft
with my hand rigid,
hugging the sun-faded pail,
emptying water as i sink

he hopes for fertile soil, i’m sure
but all i am is salt 

Courtney (she/her) is a Gold Coast-based lesbian student, poet, and token spinster aunt. Poetry for her is a stable escape and way of expressing emotional mouthfuls, offering an opportunity to experiment with feelings and the senses. She is also keenly interested in political science and international relations - you can find her on Twitter and Instagram @courtsmccauls.