at six, my mother’s boyfriend forced his fat hairy hand inside my heart-shaped face for eating too many Fruit Bursts
we bought a tube of them at BP wrapped individually in pastel wax papers which littered the backseat like sweet-smelling confetti
his hand tasted of salt a metallic tang of rust the hot edge of petrol from the pump still lingering on his fingers
My Honest Poem is a moving and powerful poetry collection that follows recovery from a life fractured by family violence and addiction. It is a coming-of-age story of a young New Zealand woman rebuilding strength and hope in the spaces left by trauma.