fresh growth
on the willow tree
chattering magpie
© Rachel Green April 2024
Tuesday was the local disco;
a club on the edge of the outdoor market
where the bouncers didn't care if you were underage
as long as you had the entrance fee
and money to buy the drinks.
I was sixteen going on thirty
getting tips on shaking my booty
making a few quid from handjobs in the gents'
then catching the last bus home
stinking of beer and piss,
trying to convince the driver
my school bus pass was still valid
at midnight.
© Rachel Green April 2024
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