I keep thinking about a Colin who will desire a masculinity again.

I keep old clothes for him, in case he’ll come back to get them.

I wear them from time to time, pulling an oversized brown shirt over my pink cropped hoodie.

Like stealing clothes from a boyfriend,

Long distance through time rather than space;

Leaving his clothes at my flat until he returns.

Maybe I’ll clear out a draw for him.

January 2021