Adolescence

It moods adolescence. Full as a first period. Far from tits and the mature comfort of a hairy muff.  Pretends to have not played cool tunes with the bits. Forgets ever having enjoyed the weight of someone. Unhappy load, unwillingly swollen, fetus borrowed sitting inside a woman. Accidental purple, needled hole an over baked burn. All of them to be told on radio 2 phone ins of the silliest things I did that hurt like the girl that smelt a boiling kettle.

 

By Katy Parkes

 


Header image by Simon Clancy

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