For S. B.
i don’t hide it, i sit on it, and until i tell it bent, like the root is, but don’t deny it’s all about me like the world is, then horribly i’m a stinking case i live every word of it, i assure myself i look, ergo i go into it, as far as i can take it, i just give & give i told you it before what’s that?
Matt Hetherington is a writer, music-maker, teacher, and moderate self-promoter based in northern New South Wales. He has been writing poetry for over 30 years, and his sixth c collection, ‘Kaleidoscopes’, was published by Recent Work Press in September 2020. Current Inspirations are: raw garlic, vinyl played very loud through big black speakers, and the Corpse Pose. www.matthetherington.net