Greenfield lights up a cigarette
behind the metal work room
during recess
want a drag?
he asks
no I don't
I say
I can hear the other kids
in the play area
over the building
voices loud
laughter
girl's screaming
and shouting
from the their area
a fair bit away
where did you get
the ciggie?
I ask
I liberated it
from my mother's bag
he says with a smile
she won't miss it
he's shorter than I
plump with brown eyes
like conkers
he puffs away frantically
hate school
he says
all the bloody lessons
and teachers
Miss D isn't bad
I suggest
young with nice legs
not that young
he says
holding his cigarette
between two fingers
old enough
to be your mother
he says
only if she had me
very young
I say
what's it matter?
he says
she's still a brain teaser
he puffs away again
P.E. next
I remind him
football
or maybe hockey
sweat buckets either way
he says
puffing at me
who's the bit of skirt
who hangs about for you
by the school van?
he asks
just a girl
I say
that's it isn't it
just a girl
he says
the cigarette stuck
between lips
they're all the same
all thinking about
who to pick to marry
and have bloody kids by
and O god
I feel sick thinking
about it
best avoid them
he says
the cigarette hangs limp
from his lips
now bloody P.E.
he says
I'll tell Friggit
I’ve got gut ache
he presses the cigarette
against the wall
of the metal work room
best go then
I say
and as we go
I think of Jane
across the roof of building
in the girls' area
her dark eyes and hair
driving me to distraction
but not despair.