Kerry Hammerton
When I lost my virginity, who with;
how that nice boy, the one she liked,
wasn't nice behind closed doors; and other things
I couldn't even tell my friends.
When I look at my hands
I see her ageing hands. Her drawn-in lips
remind me of her mother's aged lips –
but these are things I do not tell her.
There is much my mother doesn't know –
how many lovers I've had;
why I live so far away from home;
how often despair rises in me.
(published in Secret Keeper. Modjaji Books. 2018)
Featured at the Red Wheelbarrow on 10 February 2022
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