Garden pea

If I was a garden pea
I like to think I’d be the one who,
after falling off the plate,
would roll across the floorboards
and explore the dusty corners
underneath sofas and chest of drawers
and chat with disused tissues, lost socks
and find out what all the bugs have been up to.
But we’re never going to find that out
because I am never going to be a garden pea,
so I shall just sit here
and avoid being eaten.

© Carl Burkitt 2020

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