Poems in the wild #41

Poem #41 (10 of diamonds) was released in the change slot in Wilson car park, Flinders Lane, after a day of donating books to the Little Library (if you want some YA novels, get there quick), followed by Schnitz. NOM.

Just a grey dim light,
and then it gets bigger, but slow.
Day comes out from under
the ether. She tastes the
bitter anaesthesia at the back
of her throat, drags up
dawn's worn pair of undies.
We're squinting each other
from the couch and the clouds
Out of somewhere the fucking
sun runs out like a three-year-old
full of knives, jumping and joy
high with burning demand.