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The White Review · Cecilia Knapp – ‘All My Ex Boyfriends Are Having A Dinner Party’ all my ex boyfriends are having a dinner party   comparing their tight obliques how red their meat hattricks for their grassroots teams saying they once had me in a car how I can never keep my mouth shut I always wanted to stay the night I’m dieting again burning my hands sipping low cal miso on a moving train I smile at other joggers like I’m enjoying this the dentist says I have yellow teeth his hands holding my tongue mum said there is nothing you can’t do so long as you’re wearing washing up gloves a purple leaflet in the waiting room asks me if life has worked out a) better b) worse or c) the same for one thousand pounds I can fix my teeth mum used to ballroom dance a wooden spoon weeping with the radio I’ve been keeping my fallen eye lashes in a bag I spit pink foam into the sink decide this week I will eat only eggs until the days smudge do the fat burn challenge pain is a man in a blue suit I see people eating crisps in public on Mondays like they have no guilt     The White Review · Cecilia Knapp – ‘We Girls Our Names’ We girls our names   on pink keyrings, him gargling a shadow outside dad’s house He can’t come in At the petrol station he buys a bottle, a cigarette between us Christmas stink swings from the rear-view, I lean to kiss the blond grit on his chin, my neck sliced by the seatbelt Our scents quickening, the Lynx hiding faith, tongues bleached mint At 14 I’m all worship, small knowing, a seal pup in waiting legs newly slick from dad’s razor Later