For Fanta


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At Six


Full of energy

Your feet wander

Especially when your ma is out

So today like every other day

Your feet take you

To your neighbour’s house

She’s not in but

You see her son

The one you call uncle

Stretched on the sofa

With a plastered smile

on his round face


You sit and wait for nothing in particular


Maybe sweets

Every time you find yourself there

You get treats

From uncle’s mother

Treats your mother knows nothing about

Things your mother wouldn’t give

Things she calls you a glutton for

Things she slaps your hand away from Continue reading