Default Taupou
come closer
consider my fisted hands trembling
how the nails bite into the first layer of my flesh
watch it break skin
see the blood
like a crimson fuck this
perfect for lipstick
to paint on my lips
listen as I bite the inside of my cheek
taste the metallic
to seal my mouth shut
a temporary smile
these are my costumes
made of blood
I am a ceremonial hostess of suppressed rage
now, watch me do the feaus
like this
watch me dance with the broom
the washing basket
the vacuum is my mistress
watch me on my hands and knees
praying at the toilet bowl
for someone to give a shit
this is my siva1
watch me
the default taupou2
elevated sacred silence
elevated housemaid
elevated and charged to host and entertain
send me out to your enemies
as an apology
then watch me go completely unnoticed
at night
after my shower
I take one minute
to stare at my naked body
in the foggy mirror
and imagine I am expanding
till I am light
1Siva - a traditional Samoan dance performed by women
2taupou - traditionally in Samoa she is the daughter of the high chief, selected to carry out ceremony, and is usually a virgin
Copyright © 2024 by Grace Iwashita-Taylor. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on May 2, 2024, by the Academy of American Poets.
“Traditionally, a taupou in Samoa is the daughter of the high chief of the village, selected to carry out a ceremony. This poem, ‘Default Taupou,’ was written when I was just over a year postpartum with my second child, who was born twelve years after my child. This poem is a declaration of the unseen emotional labor of the mother carrying out the ceremony of the everyday that keeps everyone else together but herself.”
—Grace Iwashita-Taylor