Season 2, Episode 2 "Out of touch"
I'm at the bowling alley with Jules: there's just no darkness, lambent lights know me like a stranger, not someone, / owned / like a bag of groceries brushing up against my leg. There's just no darkness: slow like briny honey & heavy with mood— perhaps not grand enough / not love / not someone. You know what's depressing? French is the most Germanic romance language: I forgot all I learnt on the day after French exams, we all wanted to learn French to be like Brigette Bardot being stalked by wanna-be-boyfriends all day. First she dangles herself on a bridge, teasing tragedy— even tragedy wants Brigette Bardot. The lambent violet lights look well on Jules / perhaps she doesn't know what I'm talking about— perhaps I forgot to mention it.
Dorothy Lune is a Yorta Yorta poet, born in Australia. Her work has appeared in Pinhole Poetry & more. She is compiling a manuscript, can be found online @dorothylune, & has a substack: https://dorothylune.substack.com/