There's a plum in the cold cabinet of the refrigerator,
it's yours.
A small tiny can of condensed milk that you would pluck from under my sleeve,
it's for you.
A blue pebble in a dry gutter,
six goldfish in your bloodstream (that keep me coming back),
and the shade of a really big leaf out in the braulio carrillo, on a day like this
when things are hiding because it's so bright.
A yellow t-shirt that somebody loved.
A used post card with an unintelligible note and signature with a drawing,
of you out in the snow.