Miss Dust Decides to Have a Baby
It was something to do with the fact that Turbo
took her to speedway on their second date,
& her Karen Walker top got splashed with mud.
They walked hand-in-hand to the hot dog stand.
Then Turbo said, “It’s time to go to the pits.”
Down & down they took the stairs,
which were carpeted with bruised roses.
Miss Dust said, “I never expected
the pits to look like this.”
Miss Dust Has a Nervous Breakdown
The curtains of her house are ash,
her hair is already white, although she’s only 27.
The night is not just something she walks through anymore,
it gets into her mouth.
And when she opens the door,
ducks into her doll place, & flicks the switch,
sticks of sugar scream sirens at her.
The blanket is opening
its wings on the carpet,
“Lie down, Miss Dust,” says the carpet.
Miss Dust Visits the Amazing Maze in Marton
Miss Dust walks through cornstalks,
screams at the woman with the Jaws mouth,
swimming through the blinky night.
Bright stars bear down on her back,
the chainsaw begins.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Johanna Aitchison was the winner of the 2010 New Zealand Poetry SocietyInternational Competition. She lives in Palmerston North and Miss Dust is her alter ego.