Privates on parade

Author Unknown

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 again.

At least she could have done the knickers.