On thursdays Rona met a man with
tissues in a small green and yellow
packet. They smell of eucalyptus.
He wears he cycle helmet
backwards and his clips too tight.
She thinks him odd.
Rona is a girl with dreadlocks
interwoven with purple beads ,
a tie died shirt from a charity shop
and a long dragging skirt
where the dirt line is already
half way up. She read that washing
chemicals pollute the earth.
Rona has pupils large, dark and engaging
and on fridays she tells no lies
but sleeps in bed alone
and dreams of kings and stars,
of intellectual people. Rona lies
with celebrities on a friday night.
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