Father. Husband. Vengeance.

Russell Crowe is at Euston station
struggling to hear the Tannoy announcement
that all the trains between Watford
and Milton Keynes have been cancelled
for the next three hours. He’s fuming
at Upper Crust and Burger King and his watch
and can just about smell the pizza
he was planning to have with his family
when he got home.

Carl Burkitt 2023

The Dress

She’s writing her Christmas cards
on the fold-out table on the back of a train seat.
The pile she’s finished is on the 7am chair
next to her: pale white, bolt upright, thick
as a door stop. Her hair is familiar.
She’s wearing the navy blue and grey floral dress
my therapist used to wear and she’s just written
the word MUMMY on a freshly opened envelope.

Carl Burkitt 2023

The Men

It’s midnight.
The men with foreheads
like thumb knuckles are singing
and the rest of the train is
waiting for violence. It comes
10 minutes later
in the shape of miss-hit notes
in the chorus of Jingle Bells.

Carl Burkitt 2023

No way. I will never like drinking tea, Dad. Not even when I’m a grown up.

But I do, and I let it brew
until it gets to the point you might call it Chewy.
I use a toothpick when I eat popcorn now
because my gums have started to recede
and kernels have more to hold on to these days.
I walk around shops with my hands
behind my back, trim my ear hairs,
want the entire front of my house
to be draped in multicoloured Christmas lights,
watch my son put a silver bauble on the tree
and count the summers we have left.

Carl Burkitt 2023

A Sheep in a Time Machine

He’s a sheep
in the pre-school nativity sitting with
his hind legs crossed on a gym class floor mat.
His eyes are focused.
His hips are dancing.
His woolly back is a long sleeve T-shirt
clinging to his chest like song lyrics
to a three-year-old brain.
The hall is a time machine for the adults:
a chance to see a small face like theirs stuck
to a body willing to run into an unknown field
and see how far it can stretch.

Carl Burkitt 2023

If I Was a Toddler Today I’d Be Thinking

That reindeer serving sandwiches
in the cafe is not a real reindeer.
It’s just a man dressed as a reindeer.
I can tell because it doesn’t have four legs
and reindeers don’t have hands to hold trays.
It’s not a real reindeer. Reindeers work with Santa.
It’s just a man delivering sandwiches
while dressed as a reindeer
and it’s very important I understand
what is real and what is not
because I am still developing the ability to trust
and that man is not a real reindeer.

Carl Burkitt 2023

Born to Serve

A reindeer is serving sandwiches
in the cafe. He is standing on his back legs,
balancing the tray of lunches on his front hooves.
He’s not talking to the customers
because he is a reindeer. His name badge says
Joe and his red nose looks as plastic as the antlers
on his head and the smile on his face.

Carl Burkitt 2023