Sukie was the kid she liked to hangout in the graveyard. She did brass rubbings she learned you never had to press hard. When she finished hanging out she was all alone. She decided that she better check in at home. There was an awful row between her mum and dad. They said she hadn’t done this she hadn’t done that. If she wanted to remain inside the family home. She’d have to tow the line she’d have to give it a go. It didn’t suit Sukie. So she took her things and left. Sukie was the kid she liked to hang out at the art school. She didn’t enrol but she wiped the floor with all the arseholes. She took a bijou flat with the fraternity cat. She hid inside the attic of the sculpture building. She had a slut slave and his name was Dave. She said ‘Be my photo bitch and I’ll make you rich’. He didn’t believe her but the boy revered her. He got her meals and he got her a bed. He watched behind the screen and she started to undress. He never got far. Just lookin’ and playing guitar. Autumn hanging down all the trees are draped like chandeliers. Sukie saw the beauty but she wasn’t wet behind the ears. She had an A1 body and a face to match. She didn’t have money she didn’t have cash. With the winter coming on and the attic cold. She had to press her nose on the refectory wall. They served steamed puddings she went without. She had to pose for life for all the scholars of art. She didn’t feel funny she didn’t feel bad. Peeling away everything she had. She had the grace of an eel sleek and stark. As the shadows played tricks on the girl in the dark. Sukie was the kid she liked to hangout in the graveyard