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Jaya Savige

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Just now I thought I heard you say
my name in the familiar way
only a child knows, the warm flint
of an urgent reprimand, maternal.
 
I was in that liminal space, lamp off,
day’s bright splinter almost extracted,
when from across that other border
your voice – your voice – the timbre,
 
scratching the inner walls of my skull,
that used to make me stop quick smart
before the roar of crosstown traffic.
 
How I wanted to demolish that wall,
retrieve the warm rubble of your breath.
How I shuddered like a bulldozer in winter.
Jaya Savige

Jaya Savige

(Australië, 1978)

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Just now I thought I heard you say
my name in the familiar way
only a child knows, the warm flint
of an urgent reprimand, maternal.
 
I was in that liminal space, lamp off,
day’s bright splinter almost extracted,
when from across that other border
your voice – your voice – the timbre,
 
scratching the inner walls of my skull,
that used to make me stop quick smart
before the roar of crosstown traffic.
 
How I wanted to demolish that wall,
retrieve the warm rubble of your breath.
How I shuddered like a bulldozer in winter.

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