You say you learned about your brain
from your teacher,
the woman you Saw with your eyes
for the first time three days ago.
You point at your ears
with pasta sauce fingers and say
Sound goes in here.
The moon was in the sky this morning
when It belongs in the night
and A circle is not a square.
Soon you will discover time
and before we know it I will be in a box
inside a black car driving on a Road
the Romans built.

© Carl Burkitt 2023