MON DEC 23 2024

Reading: Goodman, Richard A. “SOME AITU BELIEFS OF MODERN SAMOANS.” The Journal of the Polynesian Society, vol. 80, no. 4, 1971, pp. 463–79. 

Playlist: Chill Baby, SZA

Through my bedroom window I watch the sun rise over Waikīkī and glisten off of the palms. It’s that pretty green when the light hits it. It looks like a neon green buzzing with sun. Listening to the trades booming over the Koʻolau. It’s all that power from the north rushing down over here. Isi asked if we were gonna go watch the Eddie. I said I’m a land girl. I can stream it.

If I close my eyes I can imagine myself running my fingers across the streets. The hard grooves between the trees. Like the spaces between carpet fibers. Pressing hard into the spaces, past the fluffy parts. Or like feeling the air between strands of pili grass. Or is it feeling the grass between the strands of  air? Are they different? Smoke too much.

Ass is feeling fat. Been doing everything not to miss meals. Bitch ass Isi said I had “zero ass.” So I took it as a personal challenge! Can’t be out here letting this cunt drag my name through the mud, lol. I was gonna post a poem here, but I rewrote it and it became too good to post. Here’s another instead:

Ma always says

From “AITU POSSESSION”:

A common belief/ when aitu enters a living body/ it remains there/ in the lower abdomen/ back of the neck/ A person about to be possessed/ suddenly cold/ carry his body away/ one’s head is ‘getting very largeʻ/ Spitting/ Grimacing/ medical diagnosis:/ hysterical excitement.

Ma always says, She will sic the village ghost on you/ those people
Always encroaching on titled land/ she curses them
Un-invites her enemies/ from her funeral.

I would never risk the excitement.
I just believe her.