the air was freaky with champagne
rubbed frantically against lampposts.
mind with knuckle bones, knuckle
shivered with white rabbits.
than I could sink in one slow gasp.
my breasts, taped them to your shoes.
your Achilles tendon with my stone adze.
no argument against the ancient.
The waves ate other waves with their white teeth
I folded up my face after work,
Prepared to get rid of the dirt.
Into the window, screaming
‘This is not what I want!’
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Johanna Aitchison is currently working on her third volume of poems, We Have Come To Collect Our Lives, with the help of a grant from Creative New Zealand. She teaches primary school in Palmerston North and enjoys riding her bike almost everywhere.
The beginning of ‘full bloom’ – ‘the painter with no memory’ – is borrowed from the first line of a Michael Palmer poem, ‘Untitled’ (2000).