My Spine, Your Pillow
Daniel John Pilkington
When the sun sets and everything is cellophane
Exquisite adjectives
Velleity
Thoughts that make us feel younger
Names for stray cats
Dumplings
Psilocybin
The significance of hair
The heating should be more than quiet
A hierarchy of self-contradictions
When a man lives alone
The most common dreams
Humidities
Theories of why we laugh
Artifacts we dare to call natural
My favourite apocalypse
Plums
Things once thought to be aphrodisiacs
Things that suggest hidden worlds
Possible bookmarks
Hypocrisies
Numbing things
Once when I understood my anger
When I was the first to leave and the last to arrive
Whales
Conspicuous absences
Circular stairs
The solitudes of correspondence
New years
I remember a strange warmth
Coming out of retreat
Long distance strategies
Stringed instruments
Things you wouldn’t expect to float
Things that would be mirrors
Eggs
Perfect replies
When we vindicate didacticism
The most beautiful buildings in the world
Magnanimous people
Near death experiences
Grounding things
Things that fill me with voices
Things to approach indirectly
Freckles
Meteorites
Fashionable assumptions
The archetypal tree
Everything I know in reference to metaphor
Propagules
Invisible deities
Paradoxes of time travel
Things that can only be obtained by virtue of a request
Birds that eat snakes
The generosity of gratitude
Daniel John Pilkington is a poet from Melbourne. He is currently a PhD student in Creative Writing at the University of Melbourne. His poems have appeared in Meanjin, Island Magazine, Cordite Poetry Review, foam:e, and otoliths.