Pocket thanks
by Alison Whittaker Dunno if you remember me, tid. You and me went to school together in 2005. I’ve got these vignettes of you in my head. First we walked together on a tour of the school grounds like fluffy juvenile magpies – except it was so hot we were slick, drippy and dragging. Then, we sat at the front of English class together and didn’t speak. I remember you doodled in your corners and I anxiously marked out a margin (three centimetres; parallel to the page edge; red pen). Year 7 is hard enough. We…