I’ll probably get a bottle of red wine in
and some Shloer depending
what my Google search of his tastes reveal.
I’ll ask him how long it took to regrow
the skin on his back after falling
off his bike on the TV show Superstars.
I’ll ask him who his favourite player was
to have a chitchat to over a cup of tea.
I’ll ask him if he was always confident
wearing his curls or if it took his Dad
telling him that they twist and bend
because his brain is magical soil
to convince him to just let it grow.
I’ll ask him about Hamburg.
I will not say I will love it if we eat them
when I lay a plate of cheese and crackers
in front of us all snuggled up on the sofa.
© Carl Burkitt 2022