New Year's in Australia is hot, still,
deceptively tranquil. The girls dress
like new transvestites, coltish and flashy
without the urgent intention of America.
Always off-kilter, tempting a trip or
stutter stumble, my breath was stuck
in unfamiliar rhythms. A beautiful
rabbit hole, an uncomfortable dream,
the slick, wet stage of Sydney.
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