Beach Front - by Ellen van Neerven
ISLAND | ISSUE 160
I have written a manifesto
already. It did not include your singing
when you know I’m listening. You tell me to buy
better sunglasses. I like the way the light leaks
into yours. I spot yalingbila blow
while you dab my bites
with teatree. I thought
nothing could distract me from the neoliberal
violence of the occupation.
I try to incorporate some colour in my holiday
decide blak is enough. ▼
This poem appeared in Island 160 in 2020. Order a print issue here.
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