A woman vomited right in front of my feet
in a busy high street tonight.
A part of me agreed with her.
She smiled, had some of my water and left.
It’s been a while since I was sick,
but I enjoy the sensation.
The bursting of a net holding back too many butterflies,
the clearing of a loft, a lumpy scream,
a volcano drowning open ears,
a body admitting what it doesn’t like
and taking the steps to sort things out.

© Carl Burkitt 2020