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(pre Nov. 2011 drug bust)


Orange Chopper, Blue V, Pink Mercedes,

Green Rocket, Red Dove, Blue Dove, Yellow Wii,

Orange Blank, Red Maserati, Green Mickey Mouse.

The pale ones tasted sweet or had no taste; the dark

ones tasted like the sherbet I made as a child

that gave me watery eyes and a sore nose.


Considerations One Has When Deciding Between Postgraduate Study in Wellington or Auckland

People in Wellington paint their walls yellow

for the sake of having yellow walls; people in Auckland

paint their walls white for resale value.


Social Anxieties

I wish I knew what to say after

“Good? Good. I’m good, too.”

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