Pūrākaunui Sheep Farm
by Grace Nottingham
A gorse nosegay of lambkin’s wool
pissed with amniotic syrup
ewe’s placenta sagging from
her fanny like a popped balloon
in the wind
the thicket of my hair
the climate of my eye
in a perpetual state of emergency —
O the hills! How they roll and roll
like toilet paper
the sky
shits
a cascade
of concrete mix
in the crack
and crevice
of my sclerae
a surge of
red
currants
in the pining
pastures
Grace Nottingham (she/her) is an epileptic poet and good keen southern man from Ōtepoti. She is currently completing a Master of Creative Writing at the University of Otago.