sparse shit poem
at the sting.
as a salve.
as bad salvation.
‘lectrons for y’nation.
don’t @ me
Blak women are
powerful, overworked and under-praised
Bilingual and trilingual
I’m getting roots in
Sustain me, sustain me
No suspicious circumstances
What’s native title worth
In a compromised position to sovereignty?
No contact with the family?
Inquest into the death of
2 in every 25
When kids are locked up
Taught through brutality
How disposable they are
Threat to private property
Joyous precious worthy. I’m not
crying – you’re crying
I’m not booking flights at my hotdesk
I’m not calling mum at my hotdesk
Love this country or leave it so
Free domestic flights for First Nations?
A whole plane full of terrified people in plaid
staring ever forward
Their model of shame on ours
Oh and wildflowers on the train
My hot take?
Blak women have not been silent
Huge if true.
These poems appear in The Lifted Brow #33. Get your copy here.
Alison Whittaker is a Gomeroi poet living and writing on Gadigal and Wangal lands. Her debut collection Lemons in the Chicken Wire was shortlisted for the Scanlon Prize and was awarded the 2015 State Library of Queensland’s black&write! fellowship.