• Kailey Tedesco

Kailey Tedesco, one poem


On Picnic at Hanging Rock

"Everything begins and ends at the exactly right time and place."

– Joan Lindsey

Sometimes I still wonder about Australia

and the Everywhen they keep lodged in rock.

My ex-boyfriend was different when he came home

from Melbourne. I asked him what it was like and he told

me to sit still and contemplate the black river pearls.

They looked like flecks of empty space.

If I could just phone Miranda from whatever

plane she’s on, and ask her what time is it there?

Is it possible to just want to believe that the girls

threw corsets off the cliff so they might dance

as they pleased elsewhere? The reality might be

that they’re simply cutting the same Saint

Valentine cake again and again.

Kailey Tedesco is the author of These Ghosts of Mine, Siamese (Dancing Girl Press) and the forthcoming poetry collection, She Used to be on a Milk Carton (April Gloaming Publications). She is the editor-in-chief of Rag Queen Periodical and a staff writer for Luna Luna Magazine. She also performs in the Poetry Brothel. You can find her work featured or forthcoming in Bellevue Literary Review, Rogue Agent, fields, Prick of the Spindle, and more. For more information, please visit kaileytedesco.com.


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