a rust a rose | Terri Ann Quan Sing

a rust a rose

a must bare mess;

a loam a clump

to eat and drag

drunk.

a warm eye

a bitter lather over-boiling;

a weight a water

soaking red right

through the gills.

an ear instead

of a fish for

my lover;

barbed hook in

the finger of

my backseat

brother.

Terri Ann Quan Sing is a writer living and working in Naarm. You can find her on twitter here.

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