The car had URGENT BLOOD written on its side.
It sent my heart racing. I wondered
what parts of me you could describe as urgent,
other than the bit I’d rather not say.
My feet are slower than they were, scabs
take longer to heal, my reflexes are a little blunter.
My tongue on my moustache after drinking milk
is likely the most urgent part of me. That
and the bit of my brain that scans for fire exits.

© Carl Burkitt 2020