Jack Johnson is on the radio singing how
he thinks I’m such a pretty thing
and that he wants to take me and make me all his.
He’s saying he would steal me
from this patient world, let it chase us,
and how he could never take me back.
He says we’ll watch it from the clouds
and likes how sweet I am to him,
even when I beat him at double solitaire.
He thinks the more I love, the more my heart will
ache, but it doesn’t matter because love is
the only thing that carries on. Jack Johnson is
on the radio singing how I am such a pretty thing,
which is kind, but I’m busy this week
remembering to never get too high or too low
and that car crashes or sunrises are not my fault.

Carl Burkitt 2024