THE BELL GOES FOR THE END OF HISTORY
her head all algebra
trigonometry and Heaney
and...boys...boys...boys
her mind crept
nearer & nearer...him
longing just to touch his...
she watched a trickle of sweat
make its way down his neck
imagined herself licki..ing...it...off
it is the end of WW1
thank heaven for that
she watches him....mmmm...stretch...yawn
his name surrounded
by doodled hearts and flowers
her first poem....ahem...HYMN TO HIM
she had eyes only for him
he had eyes only for Siobhan Winterson
she hated Siobhan Winterson
oh my God oh my God oh
he just looked. . .
. . .past me
oh please oh please oh please
look at me
he doesn't give her a second look
she cries herself asleep
dreams of him
requiting her unrequited love
years years later
two kids and a divorce later
HYMN TO HIM in a battered shoebox
she reads her
13 year old self
sobs her heart out
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 5:47 AM UTC
THE BELL GOES FOR THE END OF HISTORY
her head all algebra
trigonometry and Heaney
and...boys...boys...boys
her mind crept
nearer & nearer...him
longing just to touch his...
she watched a trickle of sweat
make its way down his neck
imagined herself licki..ing...it...off
it is the end of WW1
thank heaven for that
she watches him....mmmm...stretch...yawn
his name surrounded
by doodled hearts and flowers
her first poem....ahem...HYMN TO HIM
she had eyes only for him
he had eyes only for Siobhan Winterson
she hated Siobhan Winterson
oh my God oh my God oh
he just looked. . .
. . .past me
oh please oh please oh please
look at me
he doesn't give her a second look
she cries herself asleep
dreams of him
requiting her unrequited love
years years later
two kids and a divorce later
HYMN TO HIM in a battered shoebox
she reads her
13 year old self
sobs her heart out
