by Lauren Hale
You have been here for what seems like forever
Compressed between complexes
You have lost touch with the salt
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
You don’t rust here but lustrate
The sea erodes the deposits left by the city
Until your sides are smooth
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.
Seeking words with sizzle, poetry that wraps us in burning ribbons and won't let go. Send us your best!