This poem is taken from PN Review 242, Volume 44 Number 6, July - August 2018.
Five Poems
Boarding in Town for School
The trick was to be
asleep before the rail signalman
whispered in with his latest
girl off the midnight train
otherwise the murmurings
would go on and on
whatever the pair did –
At waking they’d be gone.
Those days when boys called you
names that rarely impressed
the girls, who danced, calling you
like Hinder and Posterio;
those days could not be got through,
spit on prefects, eat downtown,
talk cadet rifles,
...
The trick was to be
asleep before the rail signalman
whispered in with his latest
girl off the midnight train
otherwise the murmurings
would go on and on
whatever the pair did –
At waking they’d be gone.
Those days when boys called you
names that rarely impressed
the girls, who danced, calling you
like Hinder and Posterio;
those days could not be got through,
spit on prefects, eat downtown,
talk cadet rifles,
...
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