fridge
here i stand again before
the open ‘frigerator door
wondering what i opened it for
(it’s beeping at me now as if
the egg has lost its yolk)
my memory i do deplore
i’m staring at the kitchen floor
and from the street i hear a roar!
(the fridge is running, as you can see,
away from that old joke)
Rauhina Kohuwai-Banks
23/4/2026, Ōtepoti: toikupu #23
for tōrea away! the tōrea say, stay away stay away stay! sand whips along this long spit, where a pair of tōrea have built their nest: a tangle of seaweed and two steadfast parents are their defence, two growing shell-encased beings, stealing a moment to be still. takaroa and tāne
combined i. i am almost at the end the month has been full on and until yesterday i did not miss a day i am proud to say i will prioritise my hauora and tonight i must sleep so do not overthink this poem ii. ii are almost there pronounced
this body this body would like to be in five places at once: with a cup of tea, under a weighted blanket, writing a poem on this couch, but also over there, on the other couch, snuggling up to my wife, and also writing a shopping list, and planning for
interior design we have moved the bookshelf and all the books to another room. we have washed the dishes and tidied the room. we have moved all our things to the winter bedroom. we have chopped the fruit and veggies up so now we have more room. Kua whakanekehia te