I’ve been thinking a lot about what super power
I’d go for. I’m leaning towards something like
the power to remember dietary requirements,
or doing backflips, or clicking my fingers
to make mint Viennetta’s appear from thin air,
or the power to not let little things make my skin
want to burst at the seams, or carpentry,
or the ability to cut my own hair, or remembering
which cloud types are which, or knitting,
or flying over my past and fixing relationship
errors that stiffen my joints at night,
or the power to go invisible exclusively
in those moments when you put your
hand out to shake someone else’s
but they don’t spot you.

© Carl Burkitt 2020