greengage blossomstripped from the trees
the shed door, banging
© Rachel Green 2018
Gary was the boy
you couldn't help but like
obnoxious and sexist
at times compassionate and sweet.
He used to rub his hands
over the front of his crotch
and then sniff them
to see if his underpants were clean.
I went out drinking with him once
a dance contest at a local pub.
We were up for first prize
until I vomited pink rum
all over the manager's shoes
but he drove me home
and checked on me in the morning,
sniffing.
© Rachel Green 2018
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