Bio
I whakapapa back to the Māori tribes Ngati Awa, Ngati Porou, Ngai Tuhoe, Ngati Paoa & Ngati Kahungungu ki Wairarapa. I am an indigenous queer poet from Aotearoa, New Zealand, and I thank you and appreciate you all for reading my work!
Maia Hills
Ambedo
to feel the sun and moon merge onto my skin, i pray they will boil me to nothing.
let my bones become sponge and let me soak up these sorrowful hues
poison my blood with a rainbow and let my heart be the pot of gold
so it will stop beating so loudly and instead be worth something other than misery.
i'll gouge out my eyes with ribbons and wrap them in sorrow
so i may reflect on the world around me and ponder if this is reality and if I am real
or if i am just three dogs stacked on top of eachother in a sad bag of flesh
it may just be a dream but dreams aren't so vivid and dreams dont hurt so what is this?
this reality is a collective nightmare because if this was a dream we wouldn't be alive
so let me fall into the void of color and noise and inflate my lungs like a balloon until they pop
stop breathing and ignore how my ears ring from the cries of life
sit still and stare out the window as the mind races, consumed by this melancholy trance
ambedo