climate change

i spread climate
all over the floor

then scrabbled to mop up the mud

with human emotion

the improbable had become probable;

you sitting there, clinging

to a wet rock,

what could i do but open
the icebox door

its polar ice cap restored balance

and returned our world

to the familar

then i made love to strawberry jam

and the crackers between your toes

bkmackenzie
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