Her Story

Her Story
Strap on your seat and curtsey svelte knelt dwelt belt- ted by a savage auntie

make sure they are tightened with a force that no woman could ever unveil
I think I spoke scornfully with a dauntless gauntlet Lord Fauntleroy


Jack in a box plucks me out of the ocean for nearly drowning

whim in his little box of tricks

Jack in a box plucks me out of the ocean for nearly drowning

Bath time, oh God, how I despise bath time I am aged 9

Temper tantrums every night on carpet rash with nobody spearheading my way

Eyes shut shot blood from the booze

Open hearted for myself in pain can’t they see that?

Lighting a cigarette or looking my way

I lie here rigid, turgid, rabid, fervid, stupid, speechless, and

go out into the rain to see how wet I can get

It doesn’t work no falling on my toes-hair curly-tops

Shine on crazy sun Sunday

Mum is a jealous parent to 4 screaming kids ( 2 have left home) and she has been given an unseemly score for them today

People who have abandoned ma equals -dad-brother-other-men-

I am getting good at having showers at the moment

somewhat proud of this fact age 5-9 or 9–5?

I have not been able to get into a shower for weeks on end.

The grubby gray grotto grit spittle sock-hol builds up

a stench not only powerful to those in the know but to everyone else indoors
But as soon as Marjana says, ‘Mimi, you smell’ I am pushed into the tiny cubicle fit for a 3-year-old can’t swing a cat

Age matters not when you stink

Bath time almost

Indeed 7 pm arrives on time

I run away

To the train station

All stations closed for tonight
What do I soak up?

Dry tears for tomorrow.