{"id":25529,"date":"2014-05-06T06:30:45","date_gmt":"2014-05-05T18:30:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=25529"},"modified":"2014-05-04T17:21:05","modified_gmt":"2014-05-04T05:21:05","slug":"the-tuesday-poem-refeaturing-johanna-aitchisons-is-anybody-in-there","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2014\/05\/06\/the-tuesday-poem-refeaturing-johanna-aitchisons-is-anybody-in-there\/","title":{"rendered":"The Tuesday Poem: Refeaturing Johanna Aitchison’s \u201cis anybody in there?\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"

is anybody in there?<\/strong><\/p>\n

The sun hits the tips of waves in Lyall Bay, the big wing, your
\nsunglasses as you fly into Wellington again. The blow of water,
\nthe salt salt water, would taste like lips after chips & chips.<\/p>\n

In the last two years you\u2019ve taken to tearing out pages of your
\ndiary and sending them off in screwtop white wine bottles.
\nYou drop them in rivers, the names of which you forget almost
\nimmediately on hearing the splash.<\/p>\n

Your mother says, \u2018you should brush your hair.\u2019 You say, \u2018I\u2019m
\n33.\u2019 She runs into the house & returns, holding out a plastic
\ncomb. She slams the car door and starts stabbing at the air,
\ntrying to reach your hair.
\n.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a9 Johanna Aitchison<\/p>\n

from A Long Girl Ago<\/em>, Victoria University Press, 2007<\/p>\n

Reproduced with permission<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

I am currently reposting previously featured poems from poets who have have more than one poem on “…Anything, Really.”<\/em><\/p>\n

To read my original commentary on is anybody in there<\/em> and a bio of Johanna Aitchison, please click here<\/a>.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>To check out the featured poem on the Tuesday Poem Hub<\/strong> and other great poems from fellow Tuesday poets from around the world, click here<\/strong><\/a> or on the Quill<\/strong> icon <\/strong>in the sidebar.<\/p>\n

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