.
Wellington
not that big of a city
for near-four years
of absence
to have erased all our traces
memory lane walks
by that same bar
still there just up those stairs
where
we met back to the table
both carrying jugs
mixed up
‘cause jugs
are called pots or pots are called handles or handles are called
something else
couldn’t drink that much
between two of us
tables away we watched kids
working down those beer bongs
that are here called something else
never thought of inviting ourselves
to join them
share our too-much-beer
because they looked silly to us
up on those hills
are the city’s botanic gardens
the ones where I fell asleep in her lap
conked out after eating only junk food
for two days
because hell with it I’m on holidays
she had had the good sense
not to try and stop me
and didn’t mind
giving me the lap to lie in
off Cuba Street
there yeah that’s it the same bookstore
where
I bought PJ O Rourke’s
Republican Party Reptile
perfect find at the time
on the coach I read her passages from it
laughed like drains
annoyed the crap
out of other passengers
didn’t care
because they looked silly to us too
off Lambton Quay
that’s the shop where she got me this jumper
same one I’m wearing now
near the servo near that's near the museum with the sign
‘fancy a quickie?’
where
I took that photo that became that joke
when that question was asked
all occasions subsequent
and
I still have the photo, of course
somewhere
that’s the bakery with the girl
she tried to sell us
sucks hot cross buns for sex dollars sexty
seriously
thought that chuck was making fun of me
and me strawl
but no that was the price
it was eyes watering not to laugh
but we didn’t
because we would have looked silly to her
but we didn’t
could not have had
such a saccharine sweet trip
but this is how this place remembers it
those petty nothing fights I know we had
silly enough to forget
have been
guess that’s a good thing
Wellington
not that big of a city
isn’t big enough for the both of us
not by half
haven’t found any more
new old corners
that don't bear witness
to barely hidden history
our first city
shared
on our first trip overseas
together
summer loving autumn
six years deep at the shallow end
and we were
so silly
when you look back at it now
back to my aunty’s house
where
the room I'm staying in
same one we were staying in
room she didn’t want to fool around in
because we were staying
in my aunty’s house
after all
packing
baggage
got it
down
to just
carry on
now
and I am getting the fuck out of here.
one last look around
no...
doesn’t like look I’ve forgotten anything
_____________________________
-Peace
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