I come from…

(after Bread and Butter by Jo Roach) I come from women once called Smith, Square Crisps, Findus Crispy Pancakes, Sundays at my auntie’s pub; All the grown ups smoking ciggies While we play darts with crisps and Coke. I come from making dens and breaking legs, From watching El Cid with my dad To sudden … Continue reading I come from…