so insert your eye colour here
and the smell of your favourite meal
and the feel of sand or ice on your toes
and the sound of your creaking gate
and the taste of blood or lemonade
and remember that the moon
or sun or clouds or fish and chips
or crumbs on a coffee table or greasy hair
or rusted people carrier or broken toenail
or receipt for a cancelled holiday
or discarded ham and pineapple pizza
you are looking at right now
is as unreal as you are.

© Carl Burkitt 2021