FEATURED WORKS FROM OUR 2024 LISTEN ANTHOLOGY
Cover of the 2024 OOTA Anthology
Obsolete
Blackboard, film rolls, correction fluid
lickable stamps and typewriters
nuns, traditional names, singles bars –
my list of obsolete things grows.
Halfway into the chemotherapy, halfway
from knowing what’s good for me.
Under a rising blood-moon you point out
a diamond stud hole in a tuart canopy,
give me a gold, heart-shaped leaf,
call me your silver-moon woman.
Like a hot day you follow me.
My tongue traces the shape of you.
On chemo day, the wind cuts my bold head.
Nauseous and constipated I listen to you
backing off. The voice message, pathetic,
apologetic. To my list, I add compassion.