A new poem by Airini Beautrais.
How to build a roadside stall
First, go to Home Depot and buy some wood
and get your husband, whose name is Landon,
to cut it to length for you.
This will be a great place to sell the eggs
from your backyard ducks and chickens,
honey from your own beehives,
bunches of bouquet garni and flowers in season.
And now, I have realised the reason I have no
roadside stall is I forgot to get a husband
called Landon, or anything of that sort.
My dad and I went halvies on a drop-saw,
but my ex took it, and I did have ducks
for a bit, but they shat everywhere.
And when I was on chicken duty at my kids’ school
I forgot, and the chickens starved for a day.
I have some roadside, but I have no stall,
and we don’t have Home Depot, although
we do have Mitre 10 Mega and Bunnings.
I go there sometimes, get overwhelmed,
and wonder if I need ten colourful spatulas.
Sometimes I try to be normal, and dress in muted tones.
Other times I think about getting
a matching tracksuit covered in cats.
How am I ever going to sell any nuts?
It takes me a day to cut two bits of wood
with my hand saw, and screw them together.
I can’t go back on Tinder.
My garden is full of dead grass
and well-established fennel.
The neighbours call my place that place
I may as well be a thumbless animal
Or an ape who hasn’t yet
invented the wheel.
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