Saturday, February 19, 2011

February 19th ~ a small stone

on the train to Brighton
for Claire’s birthday
champagne in plastic flutes
veggie sausage rolls
a toast, a song
and within 20 minutes
“clitoris”, “hairy nipples”, “tits”, “smeg”, “arse”

Sarah says, “I do not shave my armpits, I do not shave my legs”
“Is that a poem?”
someone interjects
sparking several compositions
about shaving
and sheds

1 comment:

Elizabeth Marie said...

I like this so much! I think I like it because in a few lines, you captured the organic flow and hilarity of the gathering. Well done. It makes me happy.