Artist’s impression of the poet is not drawn to scale
of a matinée idol
who has no emergency contact
and whose love songs are built
with gender-neutral pronouns.
in real life, yet is still as susceptible
to mythology as the rest of us.
in the poet’s life that cannot be accurately
rendered by any artist
or the poet himself.
said the art teacher to the poet.
on the young poet’s arm
caught in a clothing recycling bin
or his hand thrown
through the glass of his front door?
as a rock star
as a local celebrity
and in this piece:
as a rugby player
as a straight man
cutting through the pack
to score the winning try
while the crowd cheers
towards the stands for that special someone
or something. The mud caking his face
gives way to tear-tracks and a flash of guilt:
to play this championship game
he left a poem to walk home alone.
This is the poet as neglectful father.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Chris Tse lives and works in Wellington. His poetry has recently appeared in Landfall, JAAM, Snorkel, Poetry NZ and Cha. His first full-length collection, How to be Dead in a Year of Snakes, will be published by Auckland University Press in 2014.