What are you like in the evening?
Are you a morning person?
I’m getting worse at small talk.
I have zero opinions.
I watch the soft spot on my son’s head
vibrating like the heart of a kitten
punching against ribs.
He has the eyes of a man
who could pick up the phone
and discuss the day’s news with ease.
I had a dream last night:
I walked him to school
and his tongue fell off.

© Carl Burkitt 2021