First poem, at six,
defined the nature of God,
it seemed simpler then.

Seaside holiday,
fairies circling lampposts,
"Mosquitoes" she said.

Sandy, Cornish beach
clotted cream drops from my cone,
my whole world implodes.

Dreams: boobs like Sam Fox!
be careful what you wish for,
no refund/ credit.

In my new cossie,
I will prove King Canute wrong,
Roll back sea! Roll back!

"Daddy has that watch!"
I tell Santa, from his knee,
"Where is my daddy?"

Seven, pink birthday dress
stolen from pool changing room,
left in pants and tears.