By Autumn Royal
30 September, 2021
Autumn Royal is Running Dog’s poet in residence for September and October 2021.
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Listen to Autumn read this poem.
‘a moment’s unrecoverable banishment of self’ — Evelyn Lau
In whatever era this finds you, I am out of my depth — regardless
of this mode, the more I say I write poetry, the less I express it, and so
into a container of salted water, I saturate my pages for tomorrow’s absence.
Inside the mist of living without death there is the accumulation
of living with death and the lure of drama, barbed assumptions, the only
way it goes — is drama. Natural versus man-made injuries — as if tragedy
allows for transferable roles and the glorious thrill of gorging
on the banquet that is your own body. No one has ever wanted to consume
me like this, and one must be composed when both guest and host.
Heritage-listed façades in the foreground, assemblies in the background.
The common areas of the complex, in order of appearance — the entrance,
the hallways, several outdoor-facing windows, and the laundry. Letters
to outline measures of permitted distances — as if adoration could be restricted.
My account allows for building poems, not a house. Wipe a finger along
the dusty plaster of a wall and rub the powder over your eyelids. If possible —
leave your home during allocated hours — blink as a reminder
you may still own secrets and must harness the gift to lie. A circulated memo
updates the limits of imagination before it falls into predictability
or magical thinking. I am cushioned in pursuing experiences from written
scripts as you ache in a pre-arranged room for a statement to be recorded
after the accident — your mouth craving for water and space for slippage.
The fever of the scene heats, like love, endless love, rumoured to be as expected
as flesh and since there were no physical injuries after the collision you must form
and sustain a narrative, a statement for insurance. I sit and visualise the rising,
the falling of your chest, my cruelty heaves as I relate such undulations to thoughts.