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temporal anomalies   New York City   winking lights swimming amongst the thunderstorm will-o-wisps of comfort that linger in the thunder forked horizon this street never sleeps but turn left and find the rabbit hole to fall down   roses bloomed from graveyard lips fireworks in the midday brilliance back…

una planted a garden hide under tables                                     pīwakawaka flirt clutch matriarch calves                              lilting bough to bough within temple of…

Goodnight each star is an unspoken apology ticket to a modern Shakespeare remake at the Civic that I couldn’t afford   the moon is a love song in a foreign language we played tug-of-war with her faces, never singing the same melody   never gave you a Saturn ring afraid.…

Ethnic beef If you don’t mind me saying you eat like a savage the Australian lady said at the Wellington dinner party. Are you by any chance a person who is ethnic said the marketing woman for tinned corn-beef. Does she know what an ECG is said the ginger-haired doctor…

Hearing the Ice Cream Truck My friend’s flat is strung with all the souvenirs of living: birthday cards hanging from the fridge, blurry shopping lists in her childlike script, a lesser-known Penguin with spots of rust. One day we’ll make choices without doubt; we tell ourselves, as if telling makes…

Karen Carpenter skeleton-woman — i am sorry. * the clock has left you, your eyeballs empty pits where the light goes in. * you are cracked marble, fissured obsidian, a network of crisscrosses broken, and you should be whole, brimming * a round-faced moon, a silver silken shadower, night cast…

  Prologue   Malaysia is a prologue I am ashamed to write. friends etched chapters out of countries built and shaped their lives with homes in their mouths but Malaysia falls flat on my tongue Malaysia is good or fun but how do you condense contented isolation confused exhilaration a…