I would never
switch off your Championship Manager game
without asking if you’ve saved it
or turn the volume down
of your David Gray White Ladder album
without asking you to do so first
or interrupt your GSCE maths revision
without asking if you have a minute,
but please at least pretend to listen to me
when I tell you a girl will kiss you one day
and make you and your son a Black Forest cake,
just because.

Carl Burkitt 2025

Enouement is the wish that you could go back in time and tell your past self about the future.