For Felix


Remember when the flat was a space ship?  You
were not impressed with the acrylics on the wall
beneath a clock we didn’t know
was counting down.

Remember the slippery slide?  You
woke to us riding the corridor
filled up with soap, to us five in a shower.

Remember your birthday?  Your face
lit up as we stood in your t-shirts,
presented your cakes in De Doos,
told you we loved you (and how
you blushed in those moments,
how we knew you were touched)

I remember
painting a flag,
soaping the floor,
baking your cakes
I remember
re-painting the wall,
cleaning that floor,
cutting those cakes
as we wished you many more
because we couldn’t have known.


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