Poems by Eliana Gray
Starting the morning at St Kilda Green brown scumon the chevron sandthreading the edgeof the waves I hope it’s decomposing kelpand not the wastewater housedown the coastI swim anywayand never google itwhen I get home My friend tells me about surfingoff the left end of Smailsand getting an ear infection Pipes sputter into the harbourslick…