I can’t remember
the last time you blinked
and I think you’re a lizard
and I look at my arms
and the skin is covered
in crispy scales
desperate to fall off
and my tongue is dry
and I forget what we eat
and where we live
and how often we breathe
and why you’re here
and then you blink
and we’re both eggs
waiting to go again.
© Carl Burkitt 2020
