Kitchen cork notice board,
you hang out by the fridge door
clinging on to varied chaos.
You’re all out of date Big Mac vouchers, garish third place rosettes, free Boots eye tests.
You’re Christmas at Morden Hall brochures,
a sweaty festival wristband, the yawns
of business cards from conference rooms.
You’re weekly reminders of which bin’s next,
unattended Spring 2019 Art Exhibition leaflets.
You’re pictures of inside the universe,
a scanned network of nerves ready to dance.
© Carl Burkitt 2020
