Last night I dreamt I had hip bones once again.
The angular, skin-piercing sharpness of my teenage youth.
It might have been inspired by rugby thighs, by thoughts derived therefrom.
Or the fornicating flesh of Faulks’s fictional lovers on the BBC.
Or possibly pertained to last week’s pregnancy announcement.
But, last night I dreamt I had hip bones once again.
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