Exchange.
September 22, 2014
We carry these little histories
like so many houses
All these different doors we find
to hide behind/to walk through/
leave open/to close
*
Bartering our existence
we exchange small pieces of ourselves
until the lines blur
We are not stand-alone objects
We are looking at ourselves
through each others’ eyes
Two people in the dark
showing each other where the edges are
*
A series of living prints
we construct each other
and we construct ourselves
I have someone else’s dreams sometimes:
we are painting our insides golden
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From Bullet Hole Riddle (Steele Roberts, 2014)
Previously published in Landfall #218
Written by Miriam Barr as part of the 2009 Metonymy Collaboration with Heidi Brickell
POEMS ON THE PAGE
A selection of poems from Miriam Barr's first major collection, Bullet Hole Riddle.