Writing
Pretty Baby
Sit in curly heat and listen to the
Windows steam over,
Curtains fall like steam, summer heat
Clogged up tennis matches
Burning sun-cream it's sticky PE-kit time and the
Heart in my mind is starting to brim over with
Hatred and happiness.
The world half starts its sentences and no
I can't give the world a sex much less a
Gender because either way I'm being sexist and my
Pony tails shine in the sun so it's not time to think
Really deep thoughts
Because I can sing carefully placed
Easy listening and hum with my mmnngg
Opera speakers.
Be careful to shine, be careful to
. . . breathe
and sing with your mouth open
you're a pretty, pretty, pretty baby
for tonight at least.