I didn’t realise I’d become so unattractive. Full of patched holes, brown-skinned and riddled with mould. Deflated and limp, worn smooth to an unsightly shine. I saw it as I peered through my unzipped gym-bag. The dreaded monitor, with its glare and flicker. Displaying the checkout section of Amazon. Its skin was thick and bleach-white. It had perfect lettering printed with vibrant ink. It’s whole body was sticky and porous, Fat with air, bold and new. When I’m gone, I hope I’ll be remembered fondly. So recently I remember all the smiling and tense faces. The grip of calloused hands carrying me through mud and dust and grit. And the soft grass under the rare English sun.