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.