The NZ Young Writers Festival was hosted once again in Ōtepoti recently — 29 Sept – 2 Oct — and I had a wonderful, exhausting time. During the launch party my thoughts got stuck on the “young” of it all, and the fashions of the actual “young” people combined with the scent of the handwash in the lil gender-neutral WC opened a floodgate. As I listened and watched, and in between performances, I wrote this little poem.
