cotton night-gown
sheer enough to pull my eyes
she pulls the curtains and it’s blue
observe[r]
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her whale sings with Takaroa
wails to the shore of us
breath leaving a body
is a karakia
no bra, no worries
equidistant in time
in space Raki watches
as I walk Papa’s spine
Ngaio presents a circle
Of anxiety
Circles of sound clasped
Around her neck.
Our largest cat lies asleep
snoring loudly upon settee
On the way to where we all walk,
I’ve stopped.
My head tilts upward just to watch
I’ve never seen The Crown
Hotel well-lit before
Jurassic Park2: The Lost World
Cnr Princes St and Jetty St
Smells like yeasted doughnuts
Cinnamon and jam and cream