I wonder how big you’ll get.
I wonder if you’ll sprout hairs.
I wonder if your hairs will be brown
or blonde or orange or grey or tired.
I wonder if you’ll always quiver in the cold.
I wonder if you’ll spend an afternoon
Googling which of your childhood
sitcom stars appeared in porn.
I wonder if you’ll wander about unsure
if you can be bothered
to scrub all the blemishes off you.
I wonder if you’ll smile at men
in charcoal suits on New Year’s Day in Morrisons
who, instead of a using a basket,
are dragging a loaf of white bread
through the aisles on an adult scooter.
© Carl Burkitt 2021