Sunflower
What colour are you?
Yellow
Like a sunflower?
Yeah I multiply under the sun
Are you alive?
Old story of a language bruise
Afraid?
Yes, in the shattering of oil
At what point?
The hardening of arterial walls
Does it breed anger?
No—fear
A poison?
Always worse with intent
Will you survive?
Only as a flower ever does
How?
Like bloom in Death Valley
About the author
Amelia Zhou is an arts worker and writer living in Sydney. She edits non-fiction for Voiceworks and produces for FBi Radio’s Backchat. Her interests lie in contemporary dance, the interplay between poetics and the moving body, and performance as a tool for decolonial futurities.
