It sits in pockets of skin
tucked away in unreachable places.
There is a smoothness to its chaos.
I wake up underneath a closed fist
holding drawing pins. It will open
and I will not want an umbrella.
Can you imagine sitting on a sofa
and feeling the sun in the cushions
keen to make you feel like you know
today is to be a good day?
© Carl Burkitt 2022