We watched the snow streaming
and hugged, for warmth
We never did see spring or summer –
marshmallow turned to cotton-wool;
it made your skin crawl away from me,
that adolescent lint chafed me sore
’til there were only rice grains between us;
you said I hid behind sausages and chips
(it was easy, being made so small)
I’d been processed, a pea, that’s all