A new poem by Kate Camp.

Amortisation

Inside the pantry
on the year planner

with a pen
tied by a piece of string

I mark the times we are kept at home
like I kept the newspaper from nine eleven

and when they found John Barlow guilty
though none of us care about that anymore –

most of the time we are wrong
about what will matter.

I carry around the word
amortisation

the paying back of loans
from a root meaning to harm or rub out

and I think about
spending time

the origin of calendar
a book of accounts.

A single thread of spider web
in the sun

like a crack in the world’s glass
silver then invisible

and a tiny silvered insect
making senseless patterns in its flight.

The Friday Poem is edited by Chris Tse. Submissions are welcome and will be open until 31 July 2022. Please send up to three poems in a Word or PDF document to chris@christse.co.nz.