in a verruca sock
made you cry.
You still remember
his goosebumpy arms
against yours in the tight
queue for diving practice
his almost concave torso
and the pink toes
of one foot curved in
the middle like prawns
ready to push away.
The girls were already
starting to feel awkward
in swim suits
hands hovering
like hornets over bodies
not quite landing
on any particular place.