there is a picture of us at three hotel room
Perth Perth 2003 stretching buses backwards like gum then
tickled as they crash themselves into walls sweet.
these buses you said had great suspension
so things won’t break. i start learning about
automobiles in this way. at east coast park
we fell off the bike but it was accident thing only.
there must have been a picture of hands
leaving puddles on each other, after pancakes downed and knives
teetered on their clatter and lego robots muscled down steps,
finally pulling away. warm and then never again after.
children’s hands often do not remember how they had plunged into
the bowls in the first place, until they re-emerge,
drenched in butter. sometimes one hand thinks the other
a cousin, later a sister it realises it never wanted.
like other pictures of us there is a kia carnival speeding
around the Bend, OR. high shutter speed; aperture too large.
picture of kia carnival toppling over into bleached gum,
drop of blood on paper pulling out of flosses.
the kind family in the ford behind were
mutants, surely. kia tore immediately out
of the sticky, flew into another country. when did we notice
you hanging from its boot?
there are no pictures of us walking cities before arriving again
at the origin. there are toy cars skidding between our hands
but these vehicles have spat their engines, ah beng revving.
something drifts and the ground forgets its friction. only
the hunchback grass of parking lots live to tell the story of wheels.
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