thorns scratch against bare legs
slicing me with a scalpel's precision
they play noughts and crosses
my flesh — their paper
i am your little Etch-A-Sketch
— Picasso, my body
testify your will against my form
purple clots begin to congeal
slowly, their edges round —
becoming glossy balls of juice
ready to be picked
their taste —
to be savoured.
Bionote
Rawiri Nicholls is a takatāpui poet based in Kirikiriroa, Aotearoa, studying their PhD in Public Health at Massey University. Rawiri has been published in a variety of different places, including SWAMP, Tarot, and Poetry Aotearoa Yearbook 2025.
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