how lovely it was

when we burnt our saris & swam naked

            with tiger sharks
                      in the white cyclone
the garlic from beneath our fingernails
mixing with saltwater

i was no longer a wife
                 but a fish
         under the stars of mo(u)rning.

last summer i changed
   into a plastic tambourine
& lodged myself into the pink hibiscus bush
that i grew
with my 2 blu coriander hands

                when the wind spirit came whistling by
my bells grooved softly against
                                        the flowers of love.


i plant a black & white photograph of our military leader
by the brown river for half castes

you only look at me with johnny walker eyes.