Walking to the shops
to buy milk is a chance
to remember I’m alive.
If I had a milkman,
I’d order bottles of stuff
Sainsburys don’t have in stock:
liquid birdsong, full fat laughter,
the cure for the thing on your finger,
a ten count, bouncebackability,
self-esteem, Graeme’s smile,
the ability to put my socks on
without sitting down.

© Carl Burkitt 2020