minerals / attitudes

emblems of sadness for the suburbs

eucalypts set back from the street
an off-white t-shirt with a busted collar
empty sporting fields
a split in the asphalt
names in wet concrete
hoses that never turn off in full
glass like glitter in the gutter, on the path, under our feet
bloom of mould on a bedroom wall
sourceless smoke from a yard
clipped grass
metal in the water
running the wide roads alone
‘you could do better’
flat light
menstrual stain on the sheets hung out to dry
small grandstands, kids kissing in them
a rock left on the front seat of a car
deep coloured hickeys on the necks of men