On the AM peak hour train,
carriage of last night’s emptied beer bottles.
‘SMILEY 2192’, ‘WRECKZ’ and ‘GRIME’
carved into rattling windows
of this piss-stained smudge that is Bankstown’s orange line.Filled with usos and habibs in suits balancing laptops
bound for the city circle.
I unravel the ie.
Mama mailed mai Savai’i,
shoved into my Herschel backpack.
I drape my red puletasi across my belly folds,
salt and sand woven in the rough fabric.At the concrete valleys of Martin Place
my puletasi scratches my stretchmarks.
Sweat stings, rash forming between my thick thighs rubbing.
Cutting through streets of silver and glass
land unceded, I find them tucked into Moreton Bay Figs:
frizzy baby-haired kids in crisp blue ties,
bottle green blazers, galah-pink uniforms,
school logos emblazoned on chest-pockets, with handmade cardboard printouts
of worlds drawn dying, destroyed.
And flags of Oceania held aloft by women in ta’ovala,
men in ie faitaga, in black pearls and shell necklaces –
their first Climate Crisis protest.My sei sits behind my ear –
a plastic white hibiscus I plucked from a makeki in Savaii.
I wear a pale on my forehead – a mirror bound in ribbon and sequins
a crown for a siva we cannot dance.But march.
‘We are not drowning!’
We scream, voices breaking.
Flies buzzing at my wide nose.
Scarlet lipstick arcs drawn onto my cheeks
like spray-painted graffiti on rusted train doors.
Past traffic lights flashing reds and golds
a sea of protesters on Cook’s roads.I spot Jake, the palagi with locs,
the one from the International Studies class
I’ve skipped to be here.
Our professor let us go if we documented the protest.Jake captures Instagram selfies from the shade of some White millionaire’s
skyscraper on good Lord Macquarie’s streets now.
His pale skin already blistered under a bintang singlet,
locs in beads like a blonde Jack Sparrow.He’s laughing the way we did the night he took me to drinks
instead of working on our group assignment,
danced gabber in a loft of laser lights and Axe body spray.
We kissed outside in front of my seki uncle,
who spread the rumour about me failing uni.
Jake doesn’t see me as he hashtags.I turn away from him as the crowd surges on,
past a marble soldier on a horse.
My ex is beside me, eyes lowered.
She taps her cheek against mine.
A trail of coconut on the breeze behind her,
home-job blonde cloud of frizzy curls.
I lose her in the swarm of brown bodies
and side-eyes, cold shoulders, village talk
in that steel and glass labyrinth
until she holds her Samoan flag highest.Her body black and hard like old lava fields,
her voice crashes over those sacred business districts.
Blue-eyed men in shiny black cars blast radios and put fingers to lips,
avert their eyes yet are still drawn to the malu carved on her thighs.
Her songs ricochet off the rusting beams holding this cold city up.
Sugar cane memories of our bodies hit me as the sun sets,
thick on my skin like turmeric paste my aunty used to fofо̄.My ex leads the protestors to drink past the marble colonisers, palagi Jake
and past beeping cars and flashing traffic lights.
Posters with letters in sharpie
‘WE ARE NOT DROWNING, WE ARE FIGHTING’,
‘CLIMATE JUSTICE’
‘WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU, SCO MO?’At sunset, the cardboard posters are discarded next to overflowing bins.
The hem of my puletasi sweeps the street
grime clinging to my ankles.
My jandals cutting into the spaces between my toes.
I pack my puletasi into my bag,
smelling like concrete driveways outside Mama’s fale in Lalomalava after summer showers.That night, I press the button to wind the Uber window up.
I track the small blue Corolla on the app,
A leather interior that smells of cigarettes and hand sanitiser.
A black silk mini-skirt rides up past my knees.
Mama would fasi me if she saw.The palagi girls at Uni suggested it for my second date with Jake.
In my bag, a six-pack of cider I’ve already opened.
But my head is filled with shouts against rising oceans.
My calves cramp in the small car space, the protest still burning in my taro legs.
I ask my Uber driver if he just started,
brown eyes like mine in the rearview.
He nods, pulls up close to the recycling bins,
squeezes me out onto the curb.There are little white gnomes on a path from Jake’s mailbox, smiling, fishing.
He is waiting for me at the door, wearing a pair of blue boxers that clash with his pink skin.
He’s still wearing the bintang, his locs now hanging down past his shoulders.Jake kisses me hard on the lips,
my mahana hair in braids so tight my ears are throbbing as I close my eyes.
A train trundles past, fills my desire with rattling windows.Up white-carpeted stairs,
telling me to tread quiet cos his roommates don’t know.
Mama always told me to bring gifts when visiting new homes
but the walls of Jake’s space simply just wrap around his bed.
Is that truly giftworthy?I put the six-pack back in my bag
as Jake pats his bare mattress with freckled hand.
He looks upon my body as though he’d skipped dinner,
round warm flesh with dark hair.
Asks if I’ve been in the sun with an eyebrow hooked up and
a finger tracing my sunburn, a punchline in his voiceI am too much for this space.
I am the first Brown face on his Instagram feed,
as though a Tinder swipe is a coffeehouse loyalty card stamp.
Jake is desirable on papers, who Mama would want for me
And why my seki uncle turned when I kissed… all cos he palagi,
meaning a way out.But I remember my ex’s face in the protest,
watching me scream, me watching her malu sing.
I throw the mini skirt back on when she calls me.I’m on an empty nightride,
bag bursting with used clothes.
Close my eyes and weave a fala,
sitting cross-legged behind a tanoa with ‘ava wrung out clear.Draped in a tatau spun over my brown skin like ink over cardboard signs.
She lets me in, drinks ‘ava with me.
Fighting rising tides against the walls of our fale,
against those who sit silent in sacred-loc privilege.
- 115: SPACE
with A Sometimes
114: NO THEME 13
with J Toledo & C Tse
113: INVISIBLE WALLS
with A Walker & D Disney
112: TREAT
with T Dearborn
111: BABY
with S Deo & L Ferney
110: POP!
with Z Frost & B Jessen
109: NO THEME 12
with C Maling & N Rhook
108: DEDICATION
with L Patterson & L Garcia-Dolnik
107: LIMINAL
with B Li
106: OPEN
with C Lowe & J Langdon
105: NO THEME 11
with E Grills & E Stewart
104: KIN
with E Shiosaki
103: AMBLE
with E Gomez and S Gory
102: GAME
with R Green and J Maxwell
101: NO THEME 10
with J Kinsella and J Leanne
100: BROWNFACE
with W S Dunn
99: SINGAPORE
with J Ip and A Pang
97 & 98: PROPAGANDA
with M Breeze and S Groth
96: NO THEME IX
with M Gill and J Thayil
95: EARTH
with M Takolander
94: BAYT
with Z Hashem Beck
93: PEACH
with L Van, G Mouratidis, L Toong
92: NO THEME VIII
with C Gaskin
91: MONSTER
with N Curnow
90: AFRICAN DIASPORA
with S Umar
89: DOMESTIC
with N Harkin
88: TRANSQUEER
with S Barnes and Q Eades
87: DIFFICULT
with O Schwartz & H Isemonger
86: NO THEME VII
with L Gorton
85: PHILIPPINES
with Mookie L and S Lua
84: SUBURBIA
with L Brown and N O'Reilly
83: MATHEMATICS
with F Hile
82: LAND
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81: NEW CARIBBEAN
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80: NO THEME VI
with J Beveridge
57.1: EKPHRASTIC
with C Atherton and P Hetherington
57: CONFESSION
with K Glastonbury
56: EXPLODE
with D Disney
55.1: DALIT / INDIGENOUS
with M Chakraborty and K MacCarter
55: FUTURE MACHINES
with Bella Li
54: NO THEME V
with F Wright and O Sakr
53.0: THE END
with P Brown
52.0: TOIL
with C Jenkins
51.1: UMAMI
with L Davies and Lifted Brow
51.0: TRANSTASMAN
with B Cassidy
50.0: NO THEME IV
with J Tranter
49.1: A BRITISH / IRISH
with M Hall and S Seita
49.0: OBSOLETE
with T Ryan
48.1: CANADA
with K MacCarter and S Rhodes
48.0: CONSTRAINT
with C Wakeling
47.0: COLLABORATION
with L Armand and H Lambert
46.1: MELBOURNE
with M Farrell
46.0: NO THEME III
with F Plunkett
45.0: SILENCE
with J Owen
44.0: GONDWANALAND
with D Motion
43.1: PUMPKIN
with K MacCarter
43.0: MASQUE
with A Vickery
42.0: NO THEME II
with G Ryan
41.1: RATBAGGERY
with D Hose
41.0: TRANSPACIFIC
with J Rowe and M Nardone
40.1: INDONESIA
with K MacCarter
40.0: INTERLOCUTOR
with L Hart
39.1: GIBBERBIRD
with S Gory
39.0: JACKPOT!
with S Wagan Watson
38.0: SYDNEY
with A Lorange
37.1: NEBRASKA
with S Whalen
37.0: NO THEME!
with A Wearne
36.0: ELECTRONICA
with J Jones