By: Debbie Tunstall

My waist dips in like a cratered zit,
starved from 21st century slimming.

One chunk of chocolate-

clanked between my teeth.

I put on clothes that idealise
a raging sea,

But no one see’s.
No one see’s.

At home later on:

I conceal grey hairs
congragating on my head,

every inch of me aging

pretending I’m 21.