smells of chalk
sour milk
and farts in the corridor
a charleyhorse
knotting one leg
just below the hip
a chinese burn
twisted into the wrist
hot and scarlet
migs cockfights
and kingy
and the girls'
unhistorical skipping chants
mysterious
as their ways
oliver cromwell lost his shoe
at the battle of waterloo
to be who I am
I remember
exactly who I was