This is for Kate.
And for Kurt.
The Colors of Benetton were United. The legs of the student body waded through stonewashed seas. Non uniform day was over.
Kelly eyed her reflection in the bus window. A hasty glance at her spiral perm and pastel eyelids confirmed her conformity.
A flick through Smash Hits informed her of the acceptable celebrity crushes. She sighed, sneering perfunctorily at a bleach blond boy in black. He shrugged, headphones leaking angst.
Kelly lost herself in lyrics that tasted sharp, not sweet.
That night, to the sound of fresh cassettes, she traced the shape of newly opened eyes in smudging kohl.
Tom Juniper Poetry 