Hinemoana Baker

June By Hinemoana Baker

By: Phantom | 10 February, 2011

June

(for Bubby)
 
The staff breathe in
and out with us.
 
The pink curtains
deflate. Her eyelashes
 
are sparse and moist
on the seam of the lid.
 
Her eyes move under there
quick as fish.
 
*
 
Back home the limes
dry in our bowl.
 
The soft tower of sheets
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