Our names carved,
With a rusty penknife, Into the bark of a random tree; Just words on paper, really, From me to you; and you to me.
‘I have an entire forest living inside me and you have carved your initials into every tree.’
Quickly he picked up
keenly examined and seemed to admire the handy penknife with sharp blades, quite functional, she hurriedly pulled out from the clutch she carries; she was searching frenetically for something when it inadvertently showed up, she deliberately didn't pay attention to his expressed curiosity, yet her eyes adequately answered his loud unasked question. In words he didn't ask WHY? though it echoed in his eyes.
Atrocities against women are on the rise all over the world..
Hannah and I
lie on the grass by Arrol House she shows me a penknife her father'd brought home for her a thin bladed one with a white handle it's in the palm of her hand balancing it looks good I say that's not what Mum said when Dad brought it home Hannah says what did she say? I ask Whit did ye brin' 'at haem fur? she said what did your dad say? nothing he pretended he was deaf and just gave me the knife and went and sat in his armchair and read his newspaper how do you understand what your mum is saying? I'm never sure if she's being angry with me or if that's just her being nice probably the former she's seldom nice to people Hannah says she puts the knife in the pocket of her skirt and says where we going then? we can stay here if you like I say lying in the sun and talking o sure and have my mum peering out the window at us saying whit ur ye tois up tae? I fall back laughing what's that mean? it's what are you two up to? Hannah says no let's go through the Square and get an ice lolly and 1d drink and look at the cheap shop on the New Kent Road so we up and go over the mental fence and through the Square and go buy our ice lollies and 1d drinks and I wonder as we walk what her mother says and thinks.
A BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1960.
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