Fictional breath

I like to pretend I’m not real:
change my accent, comb my hair,
wear trainer socks, tell stories
about the way I’ve been up to no good.
There will be days
people want to listen to the sound
of things falling into place,
the sound of your world relaxing,
the sound of what could always be.

© Carl Burkitt 2022

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