EMILY DOBSON

 

Miscellany

 
They cut great slabs of fat off her legs.
 
One of the pears has a perfect nipple of rot
 
at the top, and a single thread of weeping
 
from the stem.
 
Mary holds the hearts in place so the doctors can stitch them back up.
 
A baby is born holding her heart in her hand.
 
‘I’ve probably held a thousand hearts.’
 
Oh ladies, watering your roses in these hot dry places!
 
Lucy draws her feet endlessly.
 
 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Emily Dobson now finds herself a beekeeper’s wife high in the hills of rural Hawkes Bay. She has published one book of poems, a box of bees (VUP, 2005).

 

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