You sit, clean and tall,
orange on red, covered in maple leaves,
bold against the blue.
I carve you from the inside out, pull out the seeds
and toast them.
I cut a smile (no toothy grin),
I make your eyes wide and suspicious.
She trails sheets, blue sneakers peek,
his hair’s both black and red.
Here flutters a missing golden button,
two threads loose.
I breathe, leaves dance, you breathe.
Orange whitens brown, an inward fall:
Algae Air, you’ve won.
Cusp and creep, curl and cull,
we melt together.
Her halo is aluminum, her wings tin foil,
an angel gauzed in wax.
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