Eat rice. Fry eggs. Replace the toilet roll. Rotate
between seven different plain black t-shirts.
Put headphones in. Bite fingernails. Buy salt
and vinegar Pringles. Look at the sky. Crack my
neck. Point at squirrels. Teach legs what they were
born to do. Let things get a bit too much. Overhear
strangers and wonder. Count steps as I climb
them. Think about flossing. Make cups of tea.
Think about giraffes. Choose socks. Become dust.
Sit down. Write the eulogies of alive people.
Is that the kind of thing you were thinking?

© Carl Burkitt 2021