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Hinemoana Baker

made of

splinters so I will
oh yes betray you
your kin your care
taker my ancestor
is sand so you could 

say we are cousins
i said no to pain
to sheets and vessels
and bowls now
I house you

keep you quiet
while i’m quietly
liquifying but so slow
you’d never know
I’ll land all over the

earth one day
I’m ocean but fishless
can you see me
all round you
just kidding

I’m air but I’ll
cut you in slices
in chunks I’ll
flay your filet
magnify

or reduce you
a lobe of one ear
just like us it’s
revolving this high
heavy dead chandelier

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issue two

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