I’m presenting an installtion of poems and a bit of prose called BEING SLAGGY at Camden People’s Theatre SPRINT Festival. It’s a development of the work I wrote about in this post.

You can book tickets HERE (please do! And bring your friends). I’ll be drinking in the bar…join me

Here’s a poem:

Hot (adjective) :

If you can’t be good-looking, you might as well perform it.
Show them all.
You know what it means to possess hotness —
Possess it like a tiger possesses hunks of gazelle
Devouring
With teeth like platinum credit cards
An online yoga class 
Tone your arse, with gym membership
A Peleton
Jewellery in gold vermeil
Stilettos or platform trainers
Get your thin, spiteful white-girl lips, plumped up
They’ll be kissable then 
And suggest a prowess at blow jobs you do not possess
Who cares?
It’s the performance that’s important, 
Performing its importance,
Blow dry your hair extensions with that $400 dryer,
Those ombre waves cascade like a veil across the truth
Pull it back, 
Like you’ll pull back his foreskin with your tongue.