New poetry (untitled) by Wellington writer Gregory Kan.
I thought that the things I loved
were places I could always go back to
but the spaces between things become places themselves
and threaten to swallow me whole.
I thought that knowing in just the right way
would be enough to free me from pain.
For those of us who drowned,
and continue living underwater,
this isn’t heaven
but I hope we could come at last to love it.
Gregory Kan, 2019
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