Recycler

By Nate Carman

You reclaim the fashion of the past. Your jokes at first were not funny and the third time’s the same. You pull out the old attitude of superiority over those that are not you. You fight the same change that you fought in your youth. Your wisdom is not yours, but a reflection of other who thought they knew. The used oil makes the fire. The tire is now the swing. You abuse the same body that you abused a day ago. The cigarette burned to the half is left on the sill for your return. Your bottle and can go into the bin. Everything is recycled, but for the love you had for me.