I’ll write you a poem one day
with the honesty of Guy Garvey.
I’ll talk about how I will add milk
and butter to your potato face
and mash it with my fist or elbow
and you will look better than ever.
I’ll think about tripping you up
in the corridor with my ill-fitting shoes
and watching you front flip and landing on yours.
I’m not superstitious but if I can get
my heart through this day then
you’ll wake up again.

© Carl Burkitt 2023