Lucy Byrnes is in her first year at UWA (BA) and spends a chunky fist full of time reading copious amounts of books, occasionally writing and pedalling a rusty bicycle in the direction of salt and sand.
concrete polished caves
crisscrossed and lost
cardboard and chrome aisles
knotted into
sardine tinned tangles that
echo the crisp
pulse of deep-freeze
cicadas in tune to a
halogen heroine playing
hooky with the night