poppy pins tangled in the wire grass
i had to leave (before it happened again)
moving traffic on every side makes this place a
memorial spinning top
it is the panic (a bird on the wrong side of the glass)
that leads to
soft smiles because the scissors are too _____.
beautiful fists, beautiful me
how it twists
the tuft of white features,
things that leave us when something fills us.
is not moving, it is letting me ((t)rust)
keep perfectly still
look perfect when still
while that thing with wings
against the glass.
Eloise Callister-Baker will graduate with a LLB and a BA in Visual Culture from the University of Otago in August. She has written and edited for Critic, and is a freelance writer contributing to The Pantograph Punch, The Spinoff and The Wireless amongst others.