Matt looks embarrassed,
effervescently,
like he loves and hates this
in equal measure.
“Absolutely dreamy!”
I agree with Mum.
I pile on the compliments:
“Stunning! Gorgeous!
Tens across the board!”
“I’d better get going,”
Matt says, laughing.
“I’ll text you later, okay?”
“Okay,” I say, realizing
I feel a little flushed.
“It’s nice to see you, Auntie.”
Matt waves at Mum.
“It’s nice to see you, too.”
Mum waves back at Matt.
As Matt turns away, I notice
the curve of his buttocks
and the outline of the afro comb
in his back right pocket.
As we watch Matt walk away,
I hand Mum the white paper bag
with her breakfast bap inside.
Both of our bags crinkle with every bite
as we begin to munch on their contents.
Mum nudges me gently with her elbow
and speaks with a muffled mouthful.
“Didn’t you go with Matt and Vass
