Recycling

How do you make yourself

Sound like my summer?

Speak hot air.

Spill

cooling kisses.

 

You packed bags in autumn

of its dying leaves-

Countless times.

We snapped,

with their spines

 

Shouted-

through snow,

Melted-

from pedestals.

 

You put us

in a bin bag

and now

You want it back. 

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