<span style="font-family: Times;"> <span style="font-size: 14;"> The sight of tigers enriches our lives enough to grow them behind bars. This fantasy’s used in retail. If he loves you now it’s not like what he thought love meant p. latitudes My breaths are leaking Graffiti fits. He puts her in his mouth. I delete all the misery the exhausting repetition a throat removed by magic The body bosses what mind we live in. perfume metals the blood your charms are slimming your chances We simplicate things so much more now that death’s the ad we’re used to. de. vast. stating your ground The market has been loosed the nothing is free All these arguments tear out his hair he tries to follow but he is too slow they run off again ahead and pull knife tricks in the long grass Sporn demiurges materiality of dial ect r. ical gorge is…..t transcened your blood pills living hand to mouth over fist Bodies crash into each other at speed, birds tying to get into each other’s houses. I risk your thumbnail sliding down aorta. We don’t kill what we love. We kill our love when it gets too much, then we try to control what’s left to produce sensations. It’s a miracle of modern nature. de. cr. ease yr mind all thistalking makes me crazy I need some urgent abstr act re.spite from moral systems told as real. I want a purechasm s culpable charismatic, sullen & up as d. close as sound is my breath holds. Somewhere between maths and emotion we find music. </span></span>
Stephanie Christie lives in the Waikato. She performs her work and makes it into zines, and has recently been included in Brief and in Landfall. Here is her latest video poetry collaboration: http://vimeo.com/30967191. She is interested in tactile language, abstraction and feelings.