on
Tightrope
Selina Tusitala Marsh
Pasifika poetry warrior

Awake
in a city
a hotel
a book of black
black tiles mirroring
for minutes after reading
within
i am disturbed
thought
breaks up into
untraceable
I am blank
verse
but i have
no pen to write
back cover stretch the
images that try to
sell
the world
within
one phrase i cannot read
a sticker’s there
it is the price of verse