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Trains

I dreamt of trains
barrelling through the country
I sat in the shabby upholstery
of second class
and watched perfect villages
flash by. I was by myself
in a black great coat
reading a novel
whose pages fluttered
when the ticket inspector
slammed into my carriage.
I squirmed in my seat
then froze, as the anxious fields
swept by. Before I woke
I thought I’d been turfed
onto the rails.

Robert James Berry

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Blackberries

Passion fruit is obscene
like a whore spreading her legs
figs are more private
feijoas are a cheap fruit
most of all
I love tart blackberries
they can graze your tongue
they are velvet
they stick in your teeth.
When they bleed on my fingers
I suck them hard
I love the most unremarkable things.

Robert James Berry

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Key

I have a key
it opens you.
Once I couldn’t figure
how to ease the bolts
I had to break an entry
but now I know
how to gentle you.
Afterwards you’d sing
in a fruity voice
you were headier
than pressed grapes.

Robert James Berry

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Mourning

I remember them
the mourners’ dirty stares
when you cried
they said you never knew her
and had no right to tears.
When they eased her
into the flames
I never thought I’d forget
but I have.
I know I made a speech
and smiled at people
I cannot recall if the fire roared
or what dress you wore
or if the claggy earth clung to my
funeral black shoes.

Robert James Berry

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Matins

We wake to bitter coffee
and bitterer medicines
we gentle the cat
share the dreams we had.
You dreamt your father died
mine is dead to me
the stars are still high
and breakfast is runny eggs
now and forever more.

Robert James Berry

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Here

My children say it’s a shit hole
almost off world
but it’s gorgeous here
with no wars
and no history
to stuff us up.
My mother loved it
I sometimes regret coming
the whiff and her alcohol
and cigarettes
so smelt of freedom.

Robert James Berry

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Steaming

When the fish is ready
you can’t wait to eat
the rice steams
and you steam too
the ginger is fragrant
the chillies are tart
you are busy forking your food
while I watch your pleasure
and smile at how you shine.
When the cat mews for scraps
she can go hungry
let the rain rinse the plates clean
we won’t wash them today.

Robert James Berry

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