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i

in the night a tidal wave
of preservative 202
washes over &
embalms the island

 

the ferns become rubber
the geckos become
orange jelly lollies
the lace hanging
from the tōtara is polyester
the anemones in the rock pool
come from the bargain bin

 

every millimetre is
cold and still
peanut butter
in your ear
fists wrapped
in Gladwrap

 

the only place to find moving life
is to wonder who is wondering

 

do plastic geckos dream?

 

ii

the shop display looks lovely
to the moon
who smashes the glass and steals
a diamond ring
she tries to fit it
on her plump & glowing finger
then sends it flying
into the ocean

 

who would make a ring so fucking small?

 

iii

bacteria open their jaws
to bite into an apple
on the kitchen bench
they break their teeth
& roll away
like glass beads

 

the only thing to bring
this frozen world to life
is an imagination

 

who has one? do I?
let me check

 

iv

something is moving in the shadows
it is thick & black
a snake
but not physical at all
it travels through everything
like black rum through a sieve

 

snakes through a sieve
snakes through a diamond ring
snakes through jelly geckos
through the children and the trees

 

do they see what they move through?
or does it just feel like a boundless bath
of jelly too warm to set?

 

v

nothingness moving
through stillness

 

vi

where can we possibly go from here?

 

it is a question God asks over & over
& over & over & over
& over

 

the question repeating is
a vibration
a tickle
when it happens quickly enough
it becomes a solid thing
a body
with fingernails and skin

 

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