New Transgender Blockbusters
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New Transgender Blockbusters - Oscar Upperton
Acknowledgements
Atlas
Last year’s trees are dropping.
They drop like sticky fruit.
They drop as the flies rise.
Last year I woke up differently.
This year is the same old mess.
The dead see different centuries
like I see fruit on a tree,
like I see land from the sea.
The ocean climbs the mast.
The years pass. They pass.
I want to go to Atlas, which is not Atlantis.
I want to give this continent a map.
There is never not something
that doubles back. I am inverting.
I am inventing a new way to act.
Dark night
Dark night. Full of drums.
Wait in the line for friends.
This is the before picture,
before the world ends.
Blue screen. Yellow butter.
Film rattles round the bend.
Want to run. But can’t run.
Shut your eyes. Pretend.
Door against the cold
for Mum
Someone is dying tonight.
Someone always is. A life springs up,
then folds together. White rocks,
a last drink, a black umbrella.
Mum brings in wood, two under each arm.
She could have carried us like that.
Across the street, in moonlight,
she squints at something.
The dead should come back changed,
or what’s the point? The beach cools,
she hums. Hand over hand,
the stacks of kindling.
The waves flicker, the harbour’s brewing.
The ship is a sort of dark undoing.
Yellow house
We’re eels in the grass. The nights are ours,
blue nights beckoning. The lambs are jolly
in their steel float.
The yellow house yellows. Old books sit
and swing their feet. Might be neat to know
what they’re talking.
The stream crosses the bridge. Pūkeko flicker
from blue to white. Bikes rust into each other.
We rust at table.
The black dog walks to the end of the hills.
The cat walks herself. The stream burns.
We look and look at it.
Explaining yellow house
Eels as in steals. The grass as in our element.
Lambs as in their prams. Float as in hover
above the world in boxes.
Yellow as in olden times. Books as in wait
in the hot car. As in talk