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Come out of your house

from Loudmouth: Page and Pub Poems by Michael Botur

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Come Out of Your House

All week you kneel to scrape Play-Doh stains, aching back, in that day’s grey cotton trackpants,
picking up spilled blocks, dabbing piss puddles.
Come out of your house. Take off the daggy trackies.
Daylight and compliments to make you smile will make your irises alive.
You’re up at dawn, rubbing eyes, sweeping from the pantry bottom green furry cornflakes gone rotten. Wiping toilet seats. Soaking up screams.

At playgroup you stoop to pick up puzzle pieces, nuzzle chubby cheeks,
gasbag with hags with the same handbag.
It’s no secret you lock the toilet door and weep.
Your tight cheeks bit by bit will droop if you
keep screaming at prams that won’t collapse,
if you survive on Happy Meal scraps.
Display your centrepiece. Exercise your thighs. Revive.
We worship you, we do, we admirers. Your body’s used
and stretched and strained but with a polish you can radiate. We remember how your kids were made.


We guarantee your wedding ring slides off when slyly greased.
We come from behind, our fingers link, your warm hands wet from the sink
Let a stranger come into your chest. Aerate your flesh,
your folds, your secret pleats. Retreat
from early nights. Stay awake past nine, scull beers with me, and Jäger bombs. Adult treats. Frolic. Stretch lips.
Drink tequila shots.

Or not.
You promise, though we know you won’t. We live & dream,
talk measles jabs and daycare fees while tormentors paint the laptop screen with ice cream,
spill juice on the settee, crap nappies, reek, bleat.
Don’t apologise. Don’t wish you weren’t halfway through your life. We don’t have to be upstanding, we don’t need maturity. Admit this ain’t a playdate. Water your flower.
Come out of your house. Knock the castle down. Uncover the princess. Undress.

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from Loudmouth: Page and Pub Poems, released March 7, 2021

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Michael Botur Whangarei, New Zealand

Michael Botur is a New Zealand poet and fiction writer of European heritage. He is author of ten books and has won a bunch of bigshot writing awards.
'Loudmouth: Page and Pub Poems' collects 15 years of spoken word verse from one of NZ's most dynamic young poets. Perfect for anyone who loves the personal mixed w the political, a little bit of hip hop and plenty of attitude.
www.nzshortstories.com
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