A bomb of teeth and arm hair
exploded in our kitchen.
A smiling lion with a lanyard
teased out our tortoise heads.
Torn jeans and a scuffed collared t-shirt
from the wardrobe of a distant universe
took its first steps in our atmosphere.
A whistling Harrison Ford
burst through our tomb
and dusted off our fossilised
social bones with Hello.
A gas engineer
inspected our boiler today.
© Carl Burkitt 2020
