Poem: Teenage Girls In The Park

“I just about had it out with her in Art,

I’m telling you, Kelly had to stop me.”

“It’s true,” says Kelly, slugging,
Green plastic bottle,
“She was going fucking mental.”

           And the charged sunlight
           Dapples the green-yellow and the
           Earth-brown of the trees they smoke beneath;

           Droplets of awe carve thoughts on their brows.

“Them cows. Give me a kiss Angie.
And I’m telling you
You look good in lycra

And they won’t grind me down.”

10 May 2003