Flake

Catriona Yule

 

I squirrel a Flake
from a girl's satchel
during break time;

dump my healthy lunch,
and gorge it whole,
radiator-propped.

Only the crumbles fall:
soiling the humps
of scorching iron;

and when in role-play
the teacher talks of truth,
I crimp my tie,

lick the sugar
from my fingers.

 

Published in Storm Issue 4, 2005
(Koo Press)
and in Spinners and Spoons, 2005
(Koo Press)
and in Shedding Skin, 2007
(Koo Press)

Storm 4 Spinners and Spoons Shedding Skin


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