Jez Wence
Auckland, NEW ZEALAND
I have crept from the creaking sunbeds into the cruel light of day.
Journals
Cruel mothers
she’s been mowing lawns all day / thinking about the human baby in the fridge, / crying / letting the pizza go cold / when she wakes up there’s a dead bee deep in her ear, / crying below sea level / playing sudoku and eating pistachio nuts
