Chloë Nannestad – (Year 12, Epsom Girls Grammar School, Auckland)
I dreamed last night of
Hemingway’s house in Chicago.
jumping on the floorboards and
sitting fully clothed in the bath saying
What if what if he wrote here and here
Today is too slow and sad like depressed treacle so
we play the comic-book game.
I zap to the bus-stop and watch the white rain fall because
pow you forgot the umbrella.
To study revenge fantasies
is to imagine again how you looked reading.
I hate it when you go places without me.
We had the blueprints
for the house
you said it ain’t big enough for the both of us and
I mimed, draw and
oh if only not.
There was your nose today.
in the crowd, just
I watched it leave, then I went back home, just