Excited to be breaking my silence,
I continue: “I’ve got the biggest crush
on Rowan at school. He’s not sexy
like Adam Levine but he’s really cute,
and he’s a bit random, like in drama
he really goes for it with different accents
and he’s not shy to play girl characters
and then in math he puts his hand up
and he always gets the answers right.
How can he be so talented and so clever?”
Daisy laughs as she examines the magazine,
then says, “I’m not sure about Rowan
but yes to Adam Levine.”
Daisy starts coming round for dinner
at least two or three times a week.
She never invites me to her house;
she refers to it as “the War Zone.”
She tells me, “You’re lucky
to have one parent. Two is a nightmare.”
She helps me and Anna with homework.
Mum calls Daisy her daughter
but as Daisy’s breasts get bigger,
I find myself staring at them
when we sit in my bedroom
or even at school in B24.
I think about kissing her.
I know it would be wrong
to just kiss her.
I could just ask her.
Daisy, can I kiss you?
