A neon green waterpistol and two black rubbergloves
A broken drum, an old pair of scissors; an incense stick from India, that he or she left me when it was Winter. A lost dream, a broken promise, a plastic toy bird to symbolize a union; two broken earrings, a piece from a crucifix, a token of goodwill and a quote from a detox tea.
Cheap shades. Stolen. Fire.
21 euro cents.
My identity card.
A piece of undefined wood.
A metal plate with a drawing of a heart.
Are these these my sins I am left with? Here. In the cabin. or are they yours?