She had a pitbull mix and freckles

she had a sweet face and
a pitbull mix in her one-bedroom flat on
holloway road.
 
she bought overpriced skinny cappuccinos
instead of paying bills and
rejoiced on fridays
expensively without a care for
the dirty laundry graining the bare boards
of her bedroom floor.
 
she had a couple of lovers
who took shifts licking her downy
cunt and soft belly with a slight snail trail
that faded at the belly button.
 
she took hundreds of photos on disposable
cameras which she flung in drawers
to be forgotten,
small moments of past lust and
ordinary pleasures
neglected for the present.
 
she had freckles on her left shoulder but
never on her right and a
small tattoo on her ankle done (badly)
by a friend on a whim.
 
she painted abstracts on her shower curtain
with hair
that fell out as she washed,
and left them there for visitors to cringe from.
 
she felt small annoyances and laughed
with strangers (what a time to be alive
and you wouldn't have seen this when we were young),
drunk in pubs at sunday brunch
with a weak london sun attempting to breach
grimy windows.
 
 
 
 
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