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lunch date
by Julie Easley
When she asked me if I was alright I told her I didn’t want to talk about it and she shrugged and said I should have told her I didn’t like peppers on pizza, she watched me pick every single one off instead of eating her own food and I found it hard to focus on making sure there was no white showing through the redness piling up on my plate, she said it looked like a wound.
Julie Easley is a working-class poet from Saltburn in the UK, a proud member of Tees Women Poets, host of @DiVerse_Poetry, a twice commissioned Deranged Poetess and an Apple and Snakes BlackBox performance poet.