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pseudo-winter by Özge Lena

Updated: Feb 15




pseudo-winter


it was the middle of winter

but that word didn’t mean

anything anymore

apart from a grey

amnesia of cold

since the summer

was a persistence

in which we

were stuck in

one sultry season

of never-ending heat

putrefying in the hues

of ulcerous yellows

that we named:

sulphur / bone / amber / gold / sand / rust

but no white oh not so white

for it was the falling

colour slipping down

the earth’s dusty crust

like a big scoop

of ice-cream

melting

melt

ing

but we did

nothing about it

except for building

gargantuan freezers

in gigantic factories

for a pseudo-winter

special for the rich

who love skiing

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I hear it's quite cold on Mars.

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