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Poems by Inchiki
tuggas girl
she doesn't need
the needle in her hand
an accent
is what shoots up her nose
like a snort of ammonia
cold bus interchange
then walk the citywalk
the skidding black curly haired
translucent ectomorph
with one heel broken off
but on poor shoes
she learnt to balance
long ago
care is
tossed away
like paper on christmas day
tourniquet tinsel
mouthparts
tighten to eat and shit
a boy
of hers
he has well disciplined
(defensive) hands
a fluorescent
yellow jacket
pauses
opening a fridge door
in the beer store
untie the knots
left over
after the jackhammer
down the coast
lazily casting lines
hooks and reels in a storm
bluebottles
wash onto the beach
in dying drifts
each one opens
its tiny mouth
as if to sing
walking down the sandy mile
she collects soap bubbles
into a bucket for him
" wuchit thay sting"
she says tenderly
ocean born and delivered
released
from the string
the purple patterns
every inch
of exposed skin
