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Random Poem:

feijoa (Rachel)
sazxyen

We were six and infinity,
 1
time was infinity and none, so
 2
I rode on your back and
 3
we ate fruit off the ground barefoot,
 4
whilst
 5
like astronauts discovering the gods' secret folds,
 6
we pretended we were the only ones who knew
 7
Auntie Pauline's pav recipe,
 8
and how pohutukawa blossom for Christmas.
 9
 
 
There were tomato patches and baby rabbits
 10
and no business empires,
 11
no graph paper or lined pedagogy,
 12
no hands that reason instead of listen,
 13
no aeroplanes circling parts of the planet
 14
I never thought of pretending to discover
 15
 
 
until one day the Powers that Be decided
 16
there were other folds I should inhabit
 17
and so sent me instead to this, this land of
 18
industrialised dirt and
 19
globalised beggars clanging Change
 20
..pop, went my feijoa ice cream snowglobe.
 21
 
 
There were divorces and severings
 22
and I lost you somewhere in space,
 23
amongst these papers and your autonomy,
 24
my busy and your happy.
 25
so we let each other disappear
 26
into the rest of our kiwi barbeque childhoods
 27
 
 
But those gods work in disgustingly
 28
wondrous and slimy and mad ways,
 29
ever bringing infinity back in on itself
 30
so that somehow we would emerge from chaos
 31
to collide, still barefoot, matching tattoos,
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scooping feijoa like tomorrow was never willed.
 33
 
 
seventeen and infinity
 34
going on eighteen and six,
 35
we ride our batty quarter lives together
 36
in wrong hemispheres, but I know
 37
we still wear matching dresses somewhere.
 38

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