Our bathroom is a bus stop.
The toothbrushes are softball bats
and the wash bin is my backpack.
The skirting board is a kerb
for a stray dog called Pigs
to sit on and lick every drop
of water from the puddle in my hand
and the mirror is your phone taking pictures.
Her eyes were understandably dead
but even they could see what was going on.
I’m glad yours did too.
© Carl Burkitt 2020