I can’t imagine having nothing to tell you

There was a man in the café who looked
like a bald Rick Astley. The sky was the colour
of my red jacket earlier. Mini Eggs are £1.25
this year. The pub’s book club has chosen
Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse Five.
It turns out the Hollies sang the song
I like in that montage in Remember the Titans
when the team go on a winning streak
and become friends. I saw a dog
that looked like a cat. Burts Crisps do
a surf and turf flavour. Dougie’s still alive.
I found my green hat. A woman I met
with your name paid £2.45 for one red pepper
from the grocer’s, she has no idea why.

© Carl Burkitt 2023

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