*Because it’s so cold outside: an oldie*
When a yellow jacket lands on the hood of my car
“Unstick,” I say
and ask Karma for a shot
of vodka.
She looks at me like I’ve
rollers in my hair,
laughs and tells me that Spring
is a bastard child
forget it.
Summer has already begun to melt
the hairspray of the world.
Lawn chairs displayed
like puppies in a window.
Buy me, sell me, have me
Everything smells like the plastic strawberries
of my childhood.
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