I thought I’d done a good job hiding
my boobs behind layers
of vests and jumpers
but Kelly-Anne still noticed,
marched me down to New Look
and made me choose some bras.
In the changing room,
half naked, seeing myself full length
for the first time,
I shouted back answers like:
It’s a bit tight. Too lacy. Too puffy!
while Kelly-Anne’s hand kept creeping
under the door with new options.
Afterwards we got a Burger King.
Don’t tell Dad about this, I said,
not sure why he couldn’t know.
Kelly-Anne stole a chicken nugget
and bit it in half.
I don’t tell your dad anything, she said.
Her phone pinged and she laughed,
turned the screen around to me to show me
a video of a deer chasing a bear.
I knew then that everything was temporary,
that there was no way Kelly-Anne would stay.