Hateful Context of a Crappy Day
Check me out
said the Moore Wilsons
check out girl.
I said I had no time
(and besides)
I stole a single clove of garlic.
Hastily leaving
telling no one upon
receiving no repercussions.
To go into the coffee shop
obnoxious ostentatious
personality in tow.
Ordering a drink
undeserving of the name
iced mochaccino with oat milk.
Imposter syndrome
through the prism
of a morning show divulgence.
A cookie
and an iced mocha
please...
Madeline Kain, I am an undergraduate student in Wellington. Through my poetry I explore my own narratives and thoughts, as a means to understand lived experiences. I create scrapbooks as a record of dialogue which cannot always be communicated orally, from parts of myself and lives beyond mine.
I am passionate about writing poetry that is injected with societal critique. Each poem lies within a broader landscape of my life as a young New Zealander and contains different personal experiences such as mental illness, sexual violence, drug abuse and self-discovery. I am drawn to contradictions: hopelessness and hope, growing and odiously comparing oneself, jovial humour and self-deprecation, infatuation and love. I hope that what I write can make the reader feel there is someone else tucked into another corner of their world who relates to their emotional/lived experiences. To simply provoke an inquiring thought or any sort of resonance in someone else's mind through poetry is a gift.