A wraggle of lads
push out of the Supabar
words lost in mouthed vowels and chips
while on the corner by the street lamp
four girls
in minis and blouses
huddle around one of their phones
blue screen lighting up their faces
as they rate
whoever's featured
with oo's or boo's
they don't look up
as the lads come over
just turn as a group
as the boys sweep past
caught in the wake
of the evening bow-wave
20.11.2018
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