309. privates on parade *

sticky remnants of dreams

of nightmares

cobwebs on my face –

I brush them away

as I realise that I’m

not lying on a beach after all

but sitting cross-legged

in full Hungarian national costume

in school assembly

 – the white frothy skirt

with red & green piping on the hem

keeps springing up

with a mind of it’s own

& I’m gathering in armfuls of voile

holding it down

trying to hide my shame

 – a boy in a girl’s skirt –

and all because

mum had left the ironing too late


At least she could have done the knickers.