I think about the songwriters
who have the guts to just sing
the exact words they are thinking.
“I love you”, they will say
instead of talking about socks
being unballed before being washed
then being balled up again after being dried
or coconut milk swapped
for an alternative in a new recipe
or popping black heads for a laugh
or researching local therapy options and not
bringing it up until the time is right
or watching Philomena again for a cry
or popping white heads for a laugh.
“I love you,” they will say.

Carl Burkitt 2024

Written while listening to ‘Not Alone’ by The Indelicates.