We are a collection
Of mixed half-things;

i.  B i t s and b o b s that don't belong anywhere
But beside each other-
       that bent plastic spoon curled
                                                          r    
                                                            o
                                                               u         d   that stub of a candle
                                                                    n

Spine t w i s t e d like an aged ballerina,
Curled protectively over the red, red (red! like the blood that simmers under your skin) candle



ii. songs from different ERAS
One song from the 80s with their razzle and dazzle and neon lights,
                                                                    their advertisements in CAPITALS and exclamation marks
                                                                                                                                          !!!!
and; another song from today, one of those "hipster" ones as
the kids these days like to call them;
                sorrow spill-
                    ing out of them
                        like melting ice- cr
                                  eams on stairs

No one thought they would fit together
Until a mix,
A playlist on 8tracks was made.



iii.  abandoned              sets
                           swing
                                                     on a lonely playground
on a lonely park.

Swinging in t
                           a
                     n
                           d
                     e
                            m
                                   (but not quite)
                                   (but that's okay)