At the beginning of my PhD I wrote a series of short brick-shaped poems. I wanted to stencil them on bare walls around Wellington, and based each on a particular location. I still would like to publicly display the poems, but it takes time to make stencils etc., so the project is down the bottom of my ‘to do’ list (at the top I have care for child, shower, write, and eat). This particular poem came from seeing someone collapsed in Cuba Mall — or at least an imagined event where someone collapsed. Sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference!