teenager I was a poster
Christ crucified in a sky
above a cove
and dried blue tac
on my bedroom wall
lets Christ
lets me
fall at one edge
I was a swan reflecting elephants
the need for it to be other
my fingers mirrored rocks.
I was a spoon on crutches,
anything but me.
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Thas been wi her too.
Gang on us on her sofi
playing wi her little ‘un
she’d come dahn stairs
like, int dressing gown
an us lads in school togs
an grab one on us
by hand an tek us up.
weren’t burralass hersen
while we were fourteen
she were only eighteen.
Wondered what happened.
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