Condensation on the window of his room, crows barking above the naked trees in Beckenham, the air thickening, the night fastening like a blindfold, a hospital chair, two urine samples, his hand, my hand, the geese in formation, a cancelled flight, an unread email, an injection, a kid in my class asking for an autograph (I did say I’m not famous yet), another kid bringing me a stone as a gift, the last dregs of wine in a bottle, a seat still warm from the last persons body, a letter that got lost in the post, two rocks in my pocket, another injection, the wax of a candle dripping and forming a small mound, swallows reuniting after the longest migration, a set of dentures sitting in a mug on a bedside cabinet, walking past a window as the inhabitant of the house is just drawing the curtains, petals on a bin lid, listening back to my own voicenote, twice, recognising the bird-song of a chiff chaff, loving the name chiff chaff, cat hair on my tongue, a weeping pain, a yellow pain, putty spilling from it’s bag and clinging to my diary with it’s fluorescent pink limbs, writing my body as coastal erosion, standing on a bridge above a motorway shouting I’M ALIVE, injection injection, the same robin each morning, a chink in the mug, a picture of you in the mirror containing a picture of you in the mirror containing a picture of you in the mirror, containing…