to Winchester once
with some girl
i used to know.
and the girl
bought a lamp
for some
reason
in a second hand store.
it reminded me
of a lava
lamp, but with
a paper shade
that spun
around slowly
putting
pink and green
colors onto the wall.
there was a prison
nearby
where the incarcerated
men and women
did arts and crafts
and made
jellies and jams.
i figured it came
from one of them, maybe
someone on
death row.
it's my gift to you,
she said
proudly, plugging it in
when we got
home.
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