A RE-CYCLED boyfriend, with love like new a re-cycled superhero fell from re-cycled bedtime stories and re-cycled songs. (I once sat next to an ex-lover on the train.) On re-cycled cab seats and second-hand dreams, to second-rate alibis using re-cycled, bated, breathing breath, the smell of re-cycled furniture the musk, the dust the re-cycled mother, some second-hand toys for orphans of re-cycled mothers, their re-cycled apartments touched by re-cycled hands that hold orphans and the world that is full of these things, these unwanted things. (No matter where you sit, it’ll always be next to an ex-lover.) So we re-cycle, and then we’re like new again.