Poetry

Dreamin’ Of New Zealand

When I went to New Zealand…I was like what’s so New about it? It looks just like the old Zealand.

I’m from the original Zealand. I grew up there. I was raised in a small crevice under the stairs. I lived with an Asian farmer. He fed me pears.

When I wasn’t there, I was out in the fields. Sowing pumpkin seeds that gave maximum yield.

One day he said, Jose, what are you doing here? Why don’t you go to university?

I stayed quiet. He said, Nevermind. Don’t take it personally. You know I want you here.

I said, yeah right. The following night

He came to bring me my pear and I was gone

G-O-N-E.

GONE.

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