bird stalks by
5-fingered sky
Sunday
in the rearview mirror
Autumn gnaws my hands
we’re friends
van reversing
past the
pharmacy
check out those jeans
swap spit
talk shit
don’t stare at
us
it’s
time she said
it’s time the asphalt
bled
it’s time
[First published in Poetry NZ 28 (2004): 92.].
If you're curious, the German translates as: "it's time that it were time," or "it's time that it should be time" ...
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