Memory of a goldfish

It’s stored in the water

You returned my shirts to me 

Unwashed

I wanted to keep them for your smell

But the chain-smoked top notes

Were wafting into my wardrobe

The jacket I searched for

As a last-minute Christmas gift

Vintage leather, 70s, made in Korea

You should keep it, I say

It bums me out

You tell me

So you want to forget me? 

That’s too bad