Sunburnt

My Birkentocked foot was over-exposed on the beach. Now
It’s tenderised and throbs like a misplaced heart. Over
Beetroot and chickpeas Meera asked if I wanted to talk.
I ventured down two years’ road in half an hour, the highways
And by-ways of being out of control. It smarts, still, though
The sequence of events makes more sense with each passing entry.