Elephant/ your room
An elephant walks in
I harp on
You pull your hood over your eyes
Why do I think you are going to talk about feelings
I still sit here shivering
In the part of the night like cellophane;
See through and crackly on my eyes.
The punishment was normal you said.
Just a bit of old piping
Quick whack on the legs
No words for it
Tar your mouth shut
A roady and his signs
Quiet guffaws and boots tack.
You’ve got no ears just a talking disorder.
Your last words echo. I want to leave you.
But is that fair when you are asleep.
Arihia Latham is of Ngai Tahu Māori, English, Irish and Dutch descent and lives in Wellington. She is a facilitator, writer, rongoā practitioner and mother. Her writing has featured in Huia short story collections, RNZ, Landfall and Oranui journals.