September 21, 2015 at 2:16 pm (Poems) (, , , , )

I remember well the stretch of his vest
as she pulled him towards her, across the school desk:
a little woman, with thin purple lips.

You are bad, she mouthed –
at six, he would have smelled her hot breath
and felt her spittle on his skin.

I remember then how miss told him:
You will never amount to anything.



  1. nobodysreadingme said,

    Julia. Sorry to say this isn’t ringing true. I really cannot see what’s going on. I just don’t get it. Mind you, I’m a dolt.
    However, the last line, minus context, hurts badly.

  2. nobodysreadingme said,

    Oh hang on. I’m getting it now, Julia. I was in the wrong timeframe, despite the cues. Oh my… I did say I was dense

  3. ladymiaou said,

    This is good! I like how you keep things short but send a message across…I need to learn that haha.

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