Boom

She enters the room like a surprise
bass drum in the middle of a song
you thought you knew every note of.
BOOM.
Let’s go sit in a park and talk about our fears
of spiders and being falsely imprisoned.
BOOM.
Let’s buy a dog from a bloke at a bus stop.
BOOM.
Let’s swap books about mass killings.
BOOM.
Let’s feed some goats in a city farm
and have a son in six years who loves trains
and hold hands at funerals and eat cake
and gossip on car journeys across the world.
BOOM.

Carl Burkitt 2024

Written while listening to ‘Stuck On You’ by Meiko.

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