new zealand electronic poetry centre

 

 

 

Karlo Mila

 

Wednesday Afternoon (129)
(for Maka)

 

my father is ‘having fun’
clarning the floor
he uses the plugged in sink as a bucket
wears rags on his feet
and shimmies to a cleaning beat
he asks me to read the label
on the bottle for him
he wants our floor to shine
and laughs when (surplices)
it does
this is how I will remember him
moonwalking across our kitchen floor
rags under his feet
‘that’s how my mother taught me’
he says
‘but I never take any note
it take me forty years to do what she say’

 

 

From Dream Fish Floating

 

 
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