Aside

I’m the sort of person who gives names
to inanimate objects. My computer is called Clarence.
I have a potted plant at work
called Nigel,
who though I suppose is technically animate,
never tells me he loves me back.
Cornelius the stuffed anteater lives on my sofa and
there is a can of chili at the back of my food cupboard
called Steve,
who two years ago I forbade my boyfriend to eat
for sentimental reasons,
and now
I can’t quite remember why.

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