Ava Rose
Dora Maar
Was thinking of lending you my left hand
in that surrealist way/without blood or bone saw.
Ply apart some sinew and gripping fingers
and let it float, just high enough above the
water/to hold the moon/as it’s reflected in the harbour.
Soiled as it is/by silt kicked up by a trawler.
Cherry juice purple
to the knuckle.
The threads from a spiderweb tangled in the clouds
to pull a cosmic stone/to sea level.
Kill the tide
with my gesture.
Ava Rose (she/they) is a Te Pātaka-o-Rākaihautū | Banks Peninsula based poet, student, and amateur cartoonist. Her work can be found published in bad apple and Turbine|Kapohau.