Sleepovers

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You don’t have sleepovers once you’re older.

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You don’t take late-night-trips to Tesco,

trying to coax balding men

into buying you a packet of Malboros.

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You don’t draw lions and tigers

over your friends' bare shoulders with a biro

because you’re going to be a tattoo artist

after you’ve left school.

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You don’t laugh and cry

and wrestle

and eat a whole box of Crunchy Nut

then take turns to dry heave

into a toilet.

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You don’t raid your parents bottomless

alcohol cupboard

then streak and piss

in a cul-de-sac.

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Instead, you talk about their boyfriends

and careers

and the degree you’re still trying to get.

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You talk about those memories

you made when you were fourteen

because they’re now the only things

you share in common.

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