Cold beans

You are stains on a lap tray.
You are chocolate in the corner of mouths.
You are restless legs and spider solitaire.
You are face prods.
You are Teen Mom OG.
You are Teen Mom UK.
You are Catfish.
You are Stevie Wonder.
You are cheesy chips with piping hot gravy
and half a tin of cold beans on the side.
You are disco.
You are frayed toothbrush bristles.
You are a made up song.
You are a set of a thousand open ears.
You are.

© Carl Burkitt 2020

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