Maggie
But I’m eighteen tomorrow
be nice to me
you’re being horrible –
I don’t really feel eighteen
so immature, naïve in many ways
isn’t it horrible to think
I’m eighteen tomorrow –
You must be nice to me
it’s my birthday
tomorrow
I’m eighteen.
Don’t be so nasty -
I’m strong you know
I took five boys on
one day –
I’ve got the bruises
But don’t be –
oh, Malcolm
you are horrible
being nasty when
it’s my birthday tomorrow.
Speaking with eyes
laughing and weeping –
dejected
trying to be happy –
Smiling sweetly
Informing me she’d cry
in a minute –
because
she’s eighteen tomorrow.
Malcolm Evison
1965 – rediscovered &
slightly amended 220216
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