I woke up
with green skin, again.
I was too tired to ask why
so I just embraced it.
I pretended to be a witch
and cackled at the thick layer
of raspberry jam on my toast.
I swept crumbs off the floor,
slipped the broom between my legs,
and jumped out of the window.
I didn’t fly, obviously, but I didn’t
die, which was nice, but my nose
did break and I terrified my neighbour’s son.

© Carl Burkitt 2023