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Aotearoa. The Land of the Long White Cloud. Soon I'll leave here, but New Zealand will never leave me. I got a tattoo on my arms. When I flex, the kiwi bird flaps its wings. When I'm feeling sad it whispers "sweet as!" The ink is blue so when I look at it, I'll by Seth Hanson remember all of the blue things I saw in New Zealand: that one brand of pasta, the standard milk cartons, pants. I surf bored big ol blue and down under there's a fish or some of the fish are blue at least so, calm down on beach beach sand footprints fry doughnut constellations. If you look real small, everything is mostly empty space. If you look real big, everything is mostly empty space. Planet doughnut or hole? "You big blue!" Yes! That's me. One of my veins is here the other is here. Salty though! Yes! John Key a flag around my tog torso whispers: you're gonna be. Melts my business core of course, "Oh! Key!" me marble blue now but for how long?? One day dry, but still blue then? Or salty things stop working the cells I mean when they're dry they need more than a few half-full blue bugs and handful ink. Last weekend I flew to Wellington to see Peter Jackson's house. It was green I know not what you expected wasn't what I expected either but I guess he is rich. Did you know he keeps the New Zealand Film Commission running? I heard under his beard he has a tattoo that whispers sweet as when he's feeling sad. When he surfs and loses his balance and ends up there in constellations, big blue gets a little drier when Peter Jackson just empties space. After seeing his house I went downtown and bought a burger with beets in it. The beets were red I'm sorry not everything is blue. But still sad said sweet as as it was sweet indeed burger as big as the kiwi tattoo on my arms almost as big as the kiwi tattoo on my arms when I flex. So Jackson blows by in one of those convertible bugs bearded silhouette on light blue billboard: 'Best Middle Earth tour. Hold 10,000 dollars worth of costumes and props. Sweat salt in Gimli's helmet on the scalp blue sinks - island by island!' And what do you know again at the gallery Jackson is there dripping like he just fell off a surf board holding a museum guide in his right hand, Gimli's axe in his left. I tried to focus on a map of the coast, marked off which regions had been sold to international corporations, and back again in Dunedin with a single blue hair growing from the back of my head where Gimli's helmet sunk. I'm writing this now in lecture me and a hundred other students in this room rain outside 6 people with blue on, one of them me, my jacket. The lecture is called "Working with Maori communities" I haven't done the readings for weeks. The lecturer says, 'this isn't really a lecture.
Blue Zealand
let's have a discussion'. 100 people check their phones and stop wondering whether it was worth walking all the way here in the rain on Jesus's free jandles. There's a small bruise on the apple in my pocket - the food I'll eat today after lecture - it reminds me of my first day: the bus driver impersonated Oprah. The Kiwi I sat next to named Duncan flexed and told me Peter Jackson is a tattoo under his beard that whispers 'sweet as' when he's feeling sad. I guess I don't know whether he meant when Peter Jackson was sad or when he was sad. I brought one blue backpack of clothes but none of them fit me anymore. I've grown so much since I've been here, I feel like a whole new person! For example, I didn't use to have a tattoo of a kiwi on my arms that flapped its wings when I flexed I used to have a full head of brown hair but now some of it has gone blue, especially down the back. Did I tell my walks down the river to the New World and quicker back with litres were melting those pacific islands back down? I go through the gardens. 'New Zealand has some of the dirtiest rivers in the world' Suzanne Duncan, my lecturer, just told me. Did you see that on one of the billboards or were you distracting all those bungee jumpers tourists stretched out all out to get a look down at wet blue doughnut hole and back up to where they came from 'I've grown so much since I've been here!' They don't jump you into the dirt dry do they more like under a surf board scared but real, high and rich and sprung back to where you came from what did you come for? That's what Peter asked me when he picked me up from the bus stop and helped me carry my blue backpack - each of us a strap. And I couldn't answer him! Only a drip of drool in morning street light, round and glazed and blue. But Peter knew what I meant and he gave me his New World FlyBuys card so I could save a few cents here and there on groceries and he could get the points for his account. Yes I was hungry blue doughnut in me empty empty hole and just too dry so 2Litres L&P poured into the river vein here and here not so salty any more sweet like even the apple bruised in my pocket and the tupperware of peanut butter in my bag and the knife there too blood and ink blue all from the kiwi on my arms that flaps its wings when I flex and says 'sweet as' when I'm feeling sad.
journal from the American Midwest winter by serena hocharoen