Clementine

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

Illustration by Breseya Clark