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Publication details: Fergus Barrowman, 2014, Wellington

Part of: Sport

Sport 40: 2012

so then I simply slipped on
her body like an apron.

a bid to gain distance, a movement
existing only in time and not in space.

as senses steer what we do. I always
believed in her voice, never her eyes.

I cannot stop myself doing it over.
entering of outcomes. this action,

which constitutes my body. its discreet,
disciplined presence. I never want to

take off this apron again.