Half Term in January

In Powder Rooms all over the city swarms of
sexually explicit, pre-pubescent, girls attired in
next-to-nothing T-shirts, and short-short skirts
with shiny legs warm-clad in little fur bootees,

hold deep conversations about the state of their skin,
punctuated with "And then He said" and "You know,
He told me", and “He never” as they debate the merits
of the Great God, Boyfriend – He who must be obeyed.