walking around inside myself
hallways lead to queen movie sets
(memory never has a garage sale)
reminders of you like fishy wine labels
and grubby gym membership cards
nothing useful like spa vouchers or a hand to hold
reminded to stop imagining punching your face in
a room for revenge exists anywhere
pain and disappointment set up entire houses
awakening packed with splintered wood
and traffic jams – but I ease along in my leather jumpsuit
since banishing you I joined a fire-eater gang
we gulp down bitter hot words – easy as a slap
appetite satisfied – playing whatever I wish
fast cars and motorbikes built in my secret cave
any time I weep into engines they hiss
whip about like snakes and angry waitresses
we speed and aim beautifully
for the heart of what matters to live there
Raewyn Alexander is an international, fourth generation Aotearoa New Zealand writer of many genres, and a visual artist. She resides in Tamaki Makaurau Auckland. Also, she works editing, ghost-writing, book designing, writes Poetry While You Wait (illustrated if you wish), and is a performer. Google has more.