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when pointing out the obvious, she would 

let her eyes roll and spin, the gravity of your 
ignorance pulling on their tendoned orbits.  
Specifically, when asking questions she knew 
there were no answers to, her voice 
would lift extra high -  "How many times 
must I tell you?", "How many years 
must this go on?"  - the glass of her composure
vibrating dangerously, every molecule in distress. 
Funny, in the end, knowing 
she wouldn't make it, how high her voice 
became, how tired those spinning eyes, lost
for glint and glitter, the whole of her shaking 
like a house, a city, a star, about to be

Jonathan Hadwen



Jonathan is a poet from Brisbane, Australia.