we pushed each other off pavements.
denim jackets -our shield against all that wasn’t us
yelling our boredom in the park
swearing loudly in the bus station
(me blushing at the furious mum skirted by her children)
walking the streets
sitting on walls
i wanted him
he wanted her
we punched each other’s arms
laughing in pain
he called me a peach
i realised he meant
i bruised easily.