The things we do

If someone stacked up the number of individual
Pringles I’ve ever eaten I hope I’d be proud.
One weekend when we were alone
my brother and I spread butter on our toast
using fingers instead of knives.
Sixteen years ago I Sellotaped my right foot
to my face cheek trying to earn a kiss
from a human woman. I once spent a whole week
learning the lyrics to Mundian To Bach Ke.
On a furiously sunny morning or afternoon
one November or August or March
I sat in a park or stood in a park and
made noises with my mouth for the first time.
Last week I ate a wedge of Brie like a Snickers.

© Carl Burkitt 2020

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