Recycling

There doesn’t have
to be a word
to describe you,

although lavender
and clocks
come to mind…

Pink lady, flash
of blue or green
or red: he tells me

we have yellow
energy, dawn
rising together

and I don’t tell
him it’s just an old
trope I’ve melted

before, down,
like silver
from his hands

I keep shiny
to make teeth,
fuse cores.

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