You Can’t Write A Poem Without Me In It

No one is speaking, but everything is.
The wordless hanging hurricane lanterns
on breath, firefly words electric
over forever’s backyard
shiver me sideways
inside the blizzard of myself.
I’ve kissed you with that breath,
the shawl of snow.
Now, wherever you go
you’ll not be able
to contain the silver of me in you.
My currency of worlds will fall forever
under the streetlamp of your poems.

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Anne Walsh

Anne Walsh is a Poet and a Story Writer.
She’s been shortlisted for the Newcastle Poetry Prize twice and for the ACU Prize for Literature.
Her first book of poems, I Love Like a Drunk Does, was published by Ginninderra Press (2009, Australia).
Her work has also been published in the U.S., including a short story, The Rickman Digression, by Glimmer Train. Her second book of poems, Intact, was published in January 2017 by Flying Island Books.

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