Some days

Some days I’m double flamingo.
I’m Shredded Wheat with sugar and raisins,
I’m socks and slippers, I’m pickled gherkins,
I’m no shirt and no pants,
I’m a whole packet of mini Twisters.
Some days I’m jogging bottoms, I’m disco,
I’m no alarms and large chip shop chips,
I’m moisturiser and peanut butter with spoons.
Some days I’m staring at the floor,
picking at skin, second guessing everything.
Some days I’m retracing steps, bags under eyes,
nervous about the sky.
Some days I’m double flamingo.

© Carl Burkitt 2020

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