POCKETS BY LEANNE SHIRTLIFFE at prom she carried sunglasses, gloss and friends’ phones in the pockets of her silky dress for ever men’s pockets pricked their hearts with toothpicks and John Deere pens packs of wine-tipped Colts becoming slidable notebooks blue clickable ink sketching directions crop rotations market calculations pockets (effing pockets!) are an inside way out— the freedom to grip lipstick and warm our fists so we can use them to ravage and ravish and relish it all
A Voices from the FOLD: Year 7 original poem. 33
