the smell of chlorine
your locker key
on a safety pin
and another torn
verruca sock
~
swimming pool hair
still wet
in car park dark
clutch a small treat
from
the
new
vending
machine
that backlit shining sugar cave
~
gold cortina 1.6 gl
vinyl roof
drives
us
home
inside winters
longest nights
~
butter melting
into crumpet holes
and peter davidsons wearing cricket whites
on tv
in dr who
inexplicably
unarmed
again
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