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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



or reduce you

a lobe of one ear

just like us it’s

revolving this high

heavy dead chandelier

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