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Born in the Workhouse
Steve Coel
down the front
Steve Coel
With stick on smiles
all owl eye brown,
girls look down
on avenues of car
metal gutter full
with wish and dream.
Meantime, ripped boyfriends
in hastily bought clothes,
shadow money hustled
from grey figures
in badly lit parks.
This is their place,
a space ruptured
of romance empty
of mirth, hope
and future.
of romance empty
of mirth, hope
and future.
Microflashfiction
Steve Coel
An 11.59 Publication
