the fleas had breakfast lunch and tea
there is a tiny red ellipsis on her wrist.
turns to me and says
with big-tooth-smile that:
and her small head of thatched hair
she lies jetlagged on the couch
not long before the church bells wake her.
a pile of dead people’s shoes
she cried when she saw the scenery
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Manon Revuelta is an eighteen-year-old student living in Auckland City, originally from Waiheke Island. She was the recipient of the New Zealand Post National Schools Poetry Award this year, and has a fondness for marmite and avocado on toast.