Umwelt

It’s choking hot
We’re nearly always
Under dressed
But I’m struggling
To hide the fractures
Underneath my skin
I want to be as upset as she is
Every incremental increase
In temperature.
I want to shout at every
Mention of nuclear solutions
Sweating as we are
Melancholic in our conclusion
I can’t satisfy myself
Let alone the desires
Of a woman carrying
An environment
My hands numb from freeing
Ice shelves building
Around the poles
Of our love

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Umwelt

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