Go My Own Way, 1977.
Day badge in the back of the Social
Studies class, hiding behind the fat
chick who mortifies her flesh with
skinny myself. My friend uses her
younger brother as a sex-toy.
I know it’s wrong but
Heads: qu’est-ce que c’est?
I deliberately fit out of cliques,
they like Abba, I go for Punk,
Testament for Tamar, the fallen
woman, the whore-by-the-side-
of-the-road: my patron, my outsider
gowns for school dances and I save
up for a pair of Doc Martens, black,
patent. They watch TV and emulate
The French Lieutenant’s Woman:
the cape, the Cobb, the-staring-
out-to-sea. I am fifteen.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Natasha Dennerstein was born in Melbourne into a Russian/Polish Australian family and now lives in Wellington. She has spent many years working as a psychiatric nurse. She is currently writing poetry for her MA in Creative Writing at the International Institute of Modern Letters at Victoria University.