Apt at 8

# by Anna Grace Du Noyer


Apt at 8

Chubby face


Relished maths

And Value pasta


Tinned tomatoes

Wonky fringe


Crushed

On purpose

Youth,

flirtatious


Empty girl

Ten and hurt


Short-sighted

Glasses.

Seldom sob


Then

Steamed up

Lenses


And it rolled on


15 in awe

Fluffy folklore



Canary Wharf

Dazed

Flat out: look up


Escaped

still

Shaking


Posh

pearls.

The humdrum



Entitled tour


Pants on

Like everybody else


I carried it

Like everyone felt



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