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