On second thoughts, go for it.
Throw the stroopwafels in the basket,
push the bag of lentils, scream at the cereal.
Have at it; stand in the middle of the coffee shop
and eat your sandwich under the fan,
we can relearn how to sit down tomorrow.
It’s 6.30am, of course we can walk
past the charity shop to check it’s open
even though I know it’s not.
Look at that man chewing a Solero in two bites,
he won’t mind you rubbing your fingers
under your sweaty armpits and licking them clean.
© Carl Burkitt 2022