I was gone

My tongue melted into the stream
running through my street.
I forgot I couldn’t swim
and front crawled my way to the seaside.
My worn out t-shirts whispered
to my spine how long it really was.
I saw a seagull strutting
down Bournemouth beach
eating chips for breakfast.
He gave me a wink
and reminded me I had a chest.

© Carl Burkitt 2020

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