The first time I remember being scared was not at home, my family was staying with a relative in another town for a celebration. Overnight we watched a scary movie, where a disembodied female hand, bloody and clutching a knife, stalked a male victim through a house, calling his name in a high reedy voice – finally finding him in bed.
The next day, my two-year-old brother toddled over the umu coals; they burnt through his gumboots and into his feet. I connected the two events for some reason and needed a light on at night after that, despite my grandma saying Jesus wants you to have the light off at night that’s why he made it dark.
from Lucky Punch
Simone Kaho is from New Zealand and of Tongan ancestry. She earned her MA in creative writing from the International Institute of Modern Letters. Her poetry has been published in journals such as JAAM, Turbine, and The Dominion Post. A noted performance poet and former member of Literrati, she has appeared in shows such asThe Kerouac Effect, Poetry Live, and spit.it.out.