Written by Julie Dickson.
we’ve been neighbours
since we were kids
legs entwined, our touches linger
lust creeps in as I watch
through rose-coloured glasses
our regular night-drives
provide cheap therapy
the sky holds our secrets
blurry red brick houses
full of different stories
pushing each other in trolleys
in the supermarket car park
spinning like teacups
black and purple bruises
forming on my body
lying on the tennis court
cracked concrete and ripped net
backdrop of confetti stars
the taste of stolen liquor
our future flickering between us
bodies swaying at a house party
sickly sweet alcohol and sweat
fumbling fingers, blurry vision
we share our first kiss
everything’s tilted
Julie’s work appears in the Forward, Retro, Tension, Taboo, Illusion, Harmony, and Epilogue editions of WORDLY Magazine.
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