From the trunk of an old friend’s car, a brown sweater I hadn’t seen in three and a half years but had just thought of the day before

From the best bagel shop I know of in New York, a half dozen, all gone.

From Santa, a new bicycle helmet and boots I couldn’t afford myself

From Daniel, on Christmas eve, one bag of iceberg lettuce

From my aunt, a box a condoms (regifted - my grandmother didn’t think they were as funny of a joke gift as the rest of us did)