Pepe Mā.
A new myth based on the relationship of Mahuika and Māui. Māui’s dress is burnt from Mahuika’s flames. They share a path and exchange their dualities to resolve the balance between them both.
You leave your arm behind your back. The arch impracticality of the gesture is so sweet, and so proud.
You are floating in a pool of otherwise.
When you run, pepe mā, the charred frippery trails with the tartness of a plum, and the weight of legal testament.
The fire frames your hand on their shoulder—that sacred, ordinary intimacy. How to write of the the particle sea between your noses, your lips, your eyes? Something was birthed there. It was total and blue.
By Collaborator Amit Noy
