Who Can Tell A Beginning From An Ending

it helps to think big
grasp, at the scale of it all
fingers slippery with vernix

flotsam & jetsam
washed up on a rocky shore
there’s some plastic crap in there

black nail varnish,
NW mag, used condoms
broken hearts

buried in black sand, past
milk-skinned shellfish, stippled
breast and belly

my legs are strong
they straddle an ocean
toes planted in soil

head up
where blue turns to black
gravity loses its grip

from here it’s all laid out
one finger
to spin that globe

blur of line, colour, shape
a camouflaged collision

About the author
Rachel Smith lives and writes in the Cook Islands. Her work has been published in print and online journals in Aotearoa New Zealand and overseas. She was shortlisted for the Bath Flash Fiction Award in 2018, placed second in 2017 NZ National Flash Fiction Day and is script writer for a feature film due for release in 2019. Twitter @rachelmsmithnz1 Website