• She is a willow
  Forty acres of a dying lot
  It hasn't rained since '97
  Just a dust storm
  On one infertile dirt clot

  She is a gallon
  Banana milk, expires tomorrow
  Left out on the counter through the night
  A yellow stain
  Of coffee and cigarette teeth
  
  She's a mix CD
  Burned on a dollar store disk
  Fully yielding, organdy translucent
  Brittle, scratched
  Thrown in the nightstand

  I still watch the sky for that white vapor to glide over the tangy sun
  I snap the lip back on
  Restock the shelf
  The date won't renew itself
  I rub toothpaste on the surface
  I'll never hear those five songs, again
  So I'll return it to the nightstand
  I'll return it to the fridge
  I'll return to the crack underneath the willow tree
  Empy out my canteen
  And watch for a change in the seafoam green sky

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