A recipe for teardrops
As a child, I wanted
a recipe for teardrops
because I liked their taste
and how they could wash so much
away
As I grew, I discovered
the recipe lurked in countless places
and had many variations,
each with its own unique tang.
I swallowed so many
they made me sick
like cheap liquor, and yet
in moments I still thirst
for their salt,
the sweetness they throw
in relief
Game
Why is it, the older I grow,
the less certain I feel
of all that I am meant, by now,
to be, and know?
Only one certain thing:
when you touch my arm
like that, and smile, I hope
we are both playing the same game
by the same rules, and even
if it is all make believe, let's stay
beneath these sheets a little longer,
keep dreaming, keep believing
in these shadow shapes
of shifting limbs
and creasing skins
Bionote:
Amelia Walker is a South Australian writer. She has published four poetry collections, most recently Dreamday, and currently lectures at the University of South Australia.
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