I like this, the gauchness, the silliness of adolescent girls.
I had a friend who listed as his three pet hates, warm beer, cold custard
and girls that giggle.
There is a dark ominous feel to the last six words that raises the poem
above the superficial sketch it pretends at. Regards Arthur.
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From: Christina Fletcher
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Sent: Saturday, April 19, 2003 9:39 AM
Subject: New sub: Peeling (first draft)
Peeling
Sweet to hear them giggle, each with her own transparent clutch
bag,
head full of jingles and a taste for salty things -
raw herring, dangled with sandy fingers, swallowed whole.
They dress like twins. Both blister in sunlight.
Soon they'll wear polka dot bikinis, sprout hair
in awesome places. Torn between boys and Teddy,
they'll smoke secretly and chew their nails. Right now,
they're watching the world through pickled onions
with sucked out centres. Tomorrow, they'll peel each other's
skin.
christina fletcher
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