There is no easy way
On feet, on arrangements of bones and body parts.
There will be the feeling in your teeth
When you bend a book and its pages squeak
And the feeling when you are exposed to tortures in movie plots.
And the space around your clothes.
You will be standing on top of your shoes.
You will be walking inside the lining of your coat
And your fingers will poke through the frayed pocket lining.
Will be the liquids that you drink, disappearing down your throat.
And to some extent there will be air and world inside you,
An egg of it inside your mouth, and a clam of it.
Spending your limited supply of minutes on minutes.
You will always be inside things, be they rooms, buildings,
or atmospheres, because there is no outside.
Two dark, dark bears, sleeping in a reek of their own urine.
Swans caught with their wings open like fountains.
And there will be racoons, black eyes full of night time.
They feed on rubbish when they can’t find a home in the woods.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Kate Camp is the author of four collections of poetry from Victoria University Press, the most recent, The Mirror of Simple Annihilated Souls, won the poetry award at the 2011 New Zealand Post Book Awards. She is currently living in Berlin on the Creative New Zealand Berlin Writer’s Residency.