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Let’s change the channel relief in operatic free fall our mouths now expansive no longer the thinness of a garrotte
Let’s meet beneath the clocks then wet our palms against the wall genuflect to form and chaos unravel below the glass tapestry
Let’s slink to a dive bar in a cobbled graffitied alley dim as the cocktails are loud where the password is pretension
Let’s cross the upside-down river over the rib cage bridge twerk to a booty of commerce day-hidden stars above us
Let’s taunt the tattooed barista on his shift before acting class an organic decaf soy half shot lukewarm and a snide of petulance
Let’s kowtow under Chinatown’s arches like those bored cheongsam touts and hustle for tea and cheap dumplings skin basted in sesame oil
Let’s be flaneurs in this elegant grid wriggle away from hook turns crowd surf along the melee flotsam of accent and colour.
Thuy On is an arts and literary journalist/critic who has written for a number of publications including The Australian, The Age/SMH, The Saturday Paper, ArtsHub and Books + Publishing. She's also the books editor of The Big Issue. Her first book, a collection of poetry, Turbulence, is out now by UWAP.
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