There are mornings
my body feels
like it’s waiting for someone
to scoop me out of the bath
with a fistful of tissue
and nervously throw me
out the window.
© Carl Burkitt 2020
Carl tells tales
There are mornings
my body feels
like it’s waiting for someone
to scoop me out of the bath
with a fistful of tissue
and nervously throw me
out the window.
© Carl Burkitt 2020
Carl tells tales 