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

 

_ _ _ 

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


 

 

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POEMS ON THE PAGE

A selection of poems from Miriam Barr's first major collection, Bullet Hole Riddle. 

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