Carin Smeaton

ngā tuna o opoutukeha

like egypt opoutukeha’s fate was never written in the stars it was writ on a piece o park in grey lynn by a kahawai the gardener dug up in the dirt a goddam miracle memory in soil unstoppable steak silver-wet …

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u better not read from yr notebook naina says else he’ll know we sent u then she sends me to find out his prices across the road the place next door to govindas where the hare krishnas is standin outside …

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even though the new specs made nuit jus a shadow of her former featherd self at least she no longer had to squint n fidget like a fruit bat at the regi swipin the organic as hell hand creams (which …

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