PoemBox: Ode to the Oxymoron

We didn’t have our hot summer this year
and we only realised that when we were
standing outside in the Northern rain in
our summer clothes in mid-October and  

 

We saw our sunlight in the street lamps
and our ocean in a big puddle of mud
we learned to love the way that orange
mixes up with grey and not blue and still 

 

We put a certain meaning to every single
goose bump and we imagined things
that weren’t there for the sake of making
distant places feel a little more like home 

 

Like the drenched roof tiles in that shade
of red are only this dark because the Sun
set them on fire and we wanted to feel
close so we ended up burning up too so  

 

There is an emptiness we fill in with water
from the drains, trying reverse biology on
our bodies, infecting ourselves in hope
that the disease will help us heal – 

 

We didn’t have our hot summer this year
and we only realised that when we were
standing outside in the Northern rain in
our summer clothes in mid-October and  

We weren’t cold. 

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