Clementine
Deja-vu in the mornings, You run from 6:28 ante-meridiem, Bubble gum remembrance. You were always Trouble with double the fun I’m half priced in a candy store, Pull your face from the frame You’ve dragged your feet from where I was, You don’t need me – but want me Wrapper torn. I taste of sour Was a fermenting clementine. Roll me with your tongue You were wine drunk then. Lime and benign Discarded in a jar. Passion past. You never needed me, and moving on Is the sweetest part of this rewinding tape Reduce me to caster sugar. Melted ‘til I’d gone
Breseya Clark
12
