Hard Borders: On Never Getting to Adelaide

by
Michael O’Connor

And so farewell, 2/1a Stannington Avenue, Heathpool, SA, 5068

We only knew each other for eight short weeks.

And we never met even once.

I looked forwards to sunny days together, hanging out

In the little front garden.

I even brought you some presents

Now in a box, in my room, unloved.

I hear you got a new tenant. I understand.

(But what do you see in her?)

Well, there are more fish in the sea,

And I’ve already been flicking the iPad,

Sweeping left and right on Domain.com

But it’s hard to move on, just like that,

What, with leases and utilities still around.

But no hard feelings, and I wish you the best of luck.


PS

That’s my fucking Modem. I paid for it. Remember!?


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