M - Lesotho and what we will not admit

Hiding
in the skeleton of a house,
we drank, smoked
at two in the afternoon

Behind fragmented red brick,
with adolescent excitement,
we buried emotions
one by one
under an alcoholic haze
and a patch of grass surrounded by an unfinished wall.

The burial over,
we realised -
we were not adults.

Otherwise
we would have drank
at two in the afternoon
on a patio, overlooking a school field,
in the company of the headmaster
his wife, Jillian,
and two pounds of mascara
weighing down her eyelashes -
wearing dresses
the boys said
left nothing to the imagination.