Medium grain, Australian, white rice.
Store brand... but still nice.
Pinky coloured sack,
Needed two hands to carry you home,
Hurt my back
It’s a shame I can’t hold you forever
But I will always remember,
What brought us together.
Ahh Everyone remembers their first time. The moment is still
so fresh for me. I was so nervous, ready to go home early and never expected to
finish on top! By the end of the night I was holding 5 extra kg and it never
felt so good. I won my first ever poetry slam! According to the m.c I can officially
add “award winning poet” to my resume (unemployment look out. I’m poetic af) My
award you ask... a bag of rice! Totally unexpected. Regardless of the nature of
the situation..a one mic stand if you will.. I will nurture and care for this
rice, it will never feel neglected!
Imogen’s pantry is stocked so even if it sits there for 18
years until it can support its self and hate me for leaving it behind .. at
least I know it had a better home than I could provide. The thing is it’s waaay
to heavy for me to travel with. When Imogen came to pick me up she asked “is
that literally all of your worldly possessions” yes ma’am! One huge hiking bag
and a small backpack. “I’m already carrying all my 101 possessions unfortunately
I have no room for a 5kg bag of rice”.
Shout out to Imogen for being the awesomest host and letting
me crash on her couch! I messaged her at 1am Monday like HAY GURL, is it still
okay if I come down for a couple days. Then I showed up at 8am .... and I’ve
already been here a couple days x 2.... I think I mentioned it in my last post
but we met in Bali. We were both interns for Global Hobo and basically our
friendship blossomed over how often she had called me a weirdo and how often
she’d corrected my pronunciation for Canberra. (I was saying Cananberra for so
long..)
It’s funny because in Bali she told me about these slam
nights she goes to and I was like WOAH DUDE POETRY SLAM , how cool would it be if when we meet again
we go... Well if life isn't full circle I don't know what is. And last night she enthused
me to read my poem! She has been so dang
kind and I hope she loves rice because in return for her hospitality I’m
expressing my gratitude with a 5kg bag.
Once you’ve seen what I’ve seen. Been where I’ve been, poeted
what I’ve poeted. You’ll understand a 5kg bag of rice is truly an honour to receive.
Namaste.
A couple of days has turned into a week... I got to her
place Tuesday night. Wednesday we went to an art gallery, today I just chilled
looking for job in Melbs . Kinda stressing about that but maybe I can channel that
stress into more poetry and have this be the start of my new career?!?! Tomorrow
Imogen’s taking me on a tour of Parliament and a multicultural festival! And
Saturday I’ll catch a Greyhound to Melbourne.
As a farewell we shall whip up some rice pudding and
pancakes!! Probably rice pancake if that’s possible because there’s just so
much rice to use. If only I could pay my fare with rice... that’d be nice.
Sugar and spice. En route to Melbourne with a bank account like ice. If I can’t
get a job I might have to exercise a vice.
By the way I will separately upload the poem I read last
night. Until Melbourne my friends.
Peace and love or rice and poetry <3
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