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  • Published 20230207
  • ISBN: 978-1-922212-80-1
  • Extent: 264pp
  • Paperback (234 x 153mm), eBook

PATIENCE MET ME in the lobby, her black hair shiny as the glass entryway and silver elevator doors: liquescent. That summer she’d cut her hair into a bob that flicked subtly into petal shapes at her nape and earlobes, and seeing her now, so neat and glossy, she reminded me of a cartoon character, though I couldn’t think which one.

You’re here! she said, as though I were late, which I didn’t think I was, at least not very. I hadn’t known there could be residential buildings on this street, and had wandered the CBD concrete in the late-day heat, walking parallel to the tram tracks and stops, dazedly taking in each shopfront: they were as spare and opulent to me as gallery rooms, all timber flooring and angles of honeyed light.

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Jo Langdon

Jo Langdon’s writing has been published in journals including Cordite, Island, Meanjin and Overland. In 2018 she was a fellow of the Elizabeth Kostova...

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