2%A Poem by RebeccaCan we pretend ? That we aren’t bottled up, looking through these foggy plastic walls? That we don’t have expiration dates stamped on our foreheads and that we won’t be thrown out, poured out before we are empty, gone bad? And thrown into the ocean, or landfill, or the side of the road next to the super market. For the next two minutes, will you be infinite with me? We all know that date is only a ploy to make you buy more milk anyway. © 2021 Rebecca |
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