Sunday, 1 April 2012

"Remembering" (for/about A. S.)

I don’t know very much about Islam.

Eighteen – soon. Is twenty-five too old, then?

He still drinks Special Brew, but won’t eat ham.

He hides me in the downstairs toilet when

His brother is there, and I show up pissed.

He’s wanting an "open relationship".

He makes me feel old-fashioned to resist

Such concepts. Loyalty is just not hip.

He wants me to dress sexier. I try

To please both my new boyfriend and my mum,

Which isn’t easy. I might wonder why

I dress for them, not me. I fear my bum

Is getting bigger. I’m nearly eight stone.

I still can’t get my boyfriend on the phone.

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