In your imaginary garden, I am peach thrown at wall
When you read poetry about fruit softening in cardboard boxes
you don’t remember my bared teeth. You think about dripping
mouths and misted cherries. You think about girl as hot precipice.
Strawberries forgotten in the back-seat don’t evoke goblin markets
or horse-flies biting. They evoke wraparound dresses, opened viola cases
marsupials and bubbleweed. You think about girl lying prone on riverbank
cicada-girl, staggering bovine, mead bottle full of aphids. In your fantasy
you gambol over miniature hedges to take me in your arms. When I squirm
and bite your thumb I become a mess on the doorstep. I am dropped
and rotting, splattered on your welcome mat. I am punished, fly-struck
in heat, riddled with tunnels, skin flapping loose in the suburban breeze.
Looking down you feel a little repulsed. First by yourself, then by my body.
sine spe recuperandi
The moonlight over Aro Valley peeks into the superette window
witnesses the fruit seeping out of its skin into corners of cardboard boxes
newspaper slick with peachy effluent, fruit flies bopping into each other
drowsy messengers making soft war in the refrigerator light
and up on the hill, the lovers are colliding in their icy apartment
firing cannonballs that hiss into thick flesh, the screech of broadside
scraping against broadside; they are asking, is this how you leave me
a ghost ship? Will the morning kākā scream wreck! before we do?
my love, a braided river
when the hills first flooded and the swollen bodies
smashed against my deep-set boulders
who knew rage would lay them down
to be buried under the sand of your bank
I’d call our meeting a confluence but I cannot pinpoint its beginning
now one vein, I feel the elvers swim upstream, whitebait quavering,
the sun through the beech trees hits your face, you’re laughing
and I can feel every golden engine block, fish hook, larva, boat hull
every person dead or drowning under our weight
Lily Holloway (they/her) had their first chapbook, a child in that alcove, published in 2021 as a part of AUP New Poets 8. You can read their recent work in Peach Mag, Cordite, and Ōrongohau | Best New Zealand Poems or find a full list of where to read their writing at lilyholloway.co.nz. Lily is currently in their first year of an MFA in Creative Writing at Syracuse University.