but the man on the table next to me in the pub loves his daughter. His mouth is saying how much he loves her as much as his body leaning in to listen to her is telling her he loves her. He loves the way she loves her husband. He loves the way she is buying the house that her and her husband love. He loves the way she ordered a three half pint beer tapas because she loves all three beers and can’t decide which one she loves more. He loves her laugh. He loves her opinions on people who step off of a kerb without looking left and right. He loves her anger. Her loves how she loves. He loves how she loves her husband. He loves how she hates her husband. He loves how she loves him. He loves how he loves her. He loves how he loves him around her. He loves.

Carl Burkitt 2025