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Tiia Kelly

Ant Farm

outside the theatre, you say:
               let’s discuss the movie in the car
pointing your keys into the distance, angling
at metal
your way of saying:
               i want to know if this is something we can share
eyes like giant projections,
rectangles of light exploding
against the windshield. it is:  
               let us have been changed in the same way, re-acquainted
               by shared conclusion
 
i keep wanting to love things     in silence & have that
be enough.     thinking talking
about the thing means there’s less of it. want
ant farm passages     curving & convening in
sealed glass like      stoic structures of warmth
 
i keep rejecting language          & then asking for it
                realising myself           in places you’ve spoken
                    dismembered           reconstituted
saying:
               i’d like to sit with it for a while, if that’s okay. the problem is
 
i don’t know    if i’ll ever stop announcing myself
to you.    peering around doorframes &
shaping to the wood. always asking
at which point     in the sentence we’ve arrived
 
to think of a word (only half      of the world
it seeks out)    & me (still shattering
the ant-farm to greet you). my fist     perpetually
pummelling sand     to recount you
                                     my whole silence taken up
 
to keep     seeing movies & sitting
in your car. clumsy in the idea I might be
earnest. asking    how on earth    to be clarified
 
premising:
               i can’t love things within a description of their worth
always meaning:
               there is no language for this

Biography

​Tiia Kelly (she/her) is an emerging writer and editor from Melbourne. She is currently completing her BA in Creative Writing and Screen & Cultural Studies at The University of Melbourne, where she volunteers as a Creative Subeditor for Farrago. Her work can additionally be found in Guided Mag and Farrago. She enjoys tabbouleh and dancing in people’s kitchens, and thinks a lot about how identity is negotiated through cultural consumption. You can find her on Twitter and Instagram @tiiakel. 
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