Luke Beesley
Picasso and a Stick
New Poems From Australia
It was supposed you were never
attracted to women who laughed, perhaps
devouring the expression when it fell, like
let’s say eggs—the sniggers or giggles

Once, they sent a truck to pick up your latest
though it fit in your palm, the weight of a dove

To see a woman, said the narrator
was to undress her, unmake the veil
track the very shape
and this, your precocious early life,
the public/pubic rush, cunts
tender guilt, slap the horse, sketching

everything. Artist

Anne Wallace takes your Boy with Horse
she plays it with a girl’s blade and everything
is still, where you had it move

You’re so popular it’s safe