Flying with no T-shirt

After Bill Callahan

Sometimes I wish I were an eagle
or something that knows it has claws.
Hold on. Let’s search online
for what keeps an eagle floating.
No, let’s guess. Hard work and magic.
Or maybe because it was born with wings.
Sometimes I wish I could remember
what I used to wish for. I would dance
with no T-shirt on in the living room
because I heard some men get paid for that.
I am wearing the thickest jumper I own.
It’s November and I’ve got shorts on.

© Carl Burkitt 2021

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