Cirrus@Austlit

'My nights are like this: after uni I am willingly abducted by Amy, by her arms and her lips and her eyes and her voice; she drags me through the swarming Sydney streets before we collapse together into the quietness of her tiny apartment; we flee guiltily when her roommate arrives; we eat dinner at the graffitied McDonald's at the end of the street; she talks to some friend on her phone while clutching at my shirt and begging me to stay longer; I eventually escape and push to make the six-thirty ferry across the bristling harbour; come seven I plunge into the pulsing lights and delirious colour of Luna Park...'

 (Publication abstract)