one summer holidays
pom bought us a blue
box of coco pops that
were all shaped like
bart simpson’s head
she gave in and they
all left geelong after
us forgetting them in
march when we ate the
stale things watching
atomic betty on a
tuesday after school
handfuls of barts and
not one lisa in the dirt
garden where i ate
roast beef using only
two forks and my
godfather broke the
stilts