And so we try

I open envelopes like the dog you’ve always wanted.
You place the remains of packages
around the flat with the touch of a hurricane.
There’s not a skirting board
you haven’t stubbed a toe on
or a door frame that hasn’t banged my head.
But even vicars
forget the odd Sunday.

© Carl Burkitt 2020

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