He made this in prison

when the days got longer

and shorter

and completely out of sync.


He wrote on it

when his chest got heavy

and his feet were off the ground

and scared.


He left it here

when he left his record player here

and his toothbrush

and me.


I put everything in a black bin bag

calling over from the passenger side of the van

leaving on your doorstep:

the record player,

the toothbrush,

every present you ever gave me.

I kept this.


Image: Street art in Amsterdam


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