Hinemoana Baker Poems

What is silver? Into this finger-space
the kotuku appears, flying once only
and far - to Holland, the vacated
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Pepper blacks the pan so never shake it near me.
Wait for the flagrant animation in my bedroom, in my bed base.
In mountaineering situations sleep swaddled, wake ecstatic
my frantic menus in your mind.
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I feel
said the woman on the bus
like I've swallowed a branch.
Is this a new flu?
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She walked around a lot in her dressing gown.
When she got cancer she couldn't say it, the word itself.
Above the doorway was a thing in a frame: close up
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Like trees, there are rings
in the small headbones of an eel
we count the rings to find the age.
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I am the last born
I move through the crowd with my shiny red wheels
I bring with me large animals and flaming spikes in cages
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make any sound
hiss or bubble
like brick in the hearth
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I hang out the washing
at night.

Each peg squeaks
into place.
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My name is Tinkerbell, my jaws strong as
a crocodile. I see you turn from black
to white in the sun of the morning. I am seen
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