Freedom

We leave holes in the roof
to let God in
It makes sense in that human way
Which is to say,
it makes no sense at all

While the waterfront suits have their
Twenty minute business lunch
Wearing watches to monitor their sleep cycle

I want to skinny dip in the ocean
and
Fuck in a boat that doesn’t belong to me

Vanilla sugar rim
Tender belly fat
Pulled pork
Spiced pumpkin
Scream my throat raw in
a Haunted house

Wake up
Brazen broad daylight
Ghost heat from an empty mug
Under squares of blue sky

God
Fear
Food
Sex

Are all the same thing
when they
Live in your body

Rowan (he/him) is a trans genderqueer bisexual pākehā. By day he is a mild mannered public servant but by night he is... asleep. In between those times, he writes fiction of varying lengths and sometimes he even shows it to people. He has a passion for queer representation in media and strives to include lovely, messy, real and beautiful queer people in his writing.

Poem note: Walking to work one day I passed the stained glass roof of the Church of Science. It reminded me of the skylights in my flat and I got to thinking about how humans do weird things like that. Throughout the day I started thinking of all the ways it's beautiful to live in a body and how through trauma recovery I've reconnected to my body, sex, and my spirituality. And how all those things aren't all that different to me.

You can follow Rowan on Twitter @RowanGayle and on Instagram @rowan_gayle.