Defaced in the line of Poetry
An Auckland bus stop(s) me,
holding my reflected frame
by the chin of a graffitied poem,
tattooed in curvaceous cipher,
yet a pair of letters peels SEXIST to SEXI.
Heed the invitation to Open Happiness;
but not before nobility defends herself
against the omen of non-consensual ink.
Prompt 7Metrophobia (fear of poetry), Tree Langdon and Michael Burg, MD
In honour of the indomitable spirit of the Maori Warriors of New Zealand