Piano hands
Today’s delivery will include a pair of those new trousers with the extra-large pockets, designed to accommodate the phone I’ve pre-ordered, next generation of the flagship, due for release at the end of the month. According to the specs, slightly longer and wider than today’s phone but weighing slightly less. Someone somewhere keeps discovering an ever-rarer earth. Today’s phone only just exceeds the stretch of my piano hands, the depth of yesterday’s pockets; extensive efforts over the course of a year. Old strides towards a more expansive now to new into. I’ve opted for olive black.
- © Adam Stokell 2023
Adam Stokell’s poems have appeared in various journals, including Unbroken, Dust, Porridge, Cordite, Meanjin, Plumwood Mountain, Burrow and Meniscus. His first poetry collection, Peopling The Dirt Patch, formed part of The People’s Library exhibit at the Long Gallery, Salamanca. He lives in Gagebrook, Tasmania.
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