Kneecap reflexes

There’s a woman at work who sings in the day.
We’re not talking De dum, hum de dum,
Today it was BAAABY, IT’S GONNA BE OKAAAY!
as she washed up a fork.
It made me think of crockery and cutlery
I’ve misused over the years.
That knife I used as a screwdriver, the teaspoon
I tested my kneecap reflexes with,
the plate I smashed over my head to impress a friend,
the salad bowl I filled with a volcano
from gone off meat, that fork my drunk fingers
used to attack my self esteem through my skin
the night everything changed.
Baby, it’s gonna be okay.

© Carl Burkitt 2020

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