My happiness 

Can be weighed in the season

and in her defrosted windshield 

December and the heat reaches my toes

cold enough to see our breath 

and warm enough to take off her covers off

and sink into a white leather couch

And my sadness

Can be understood through the August heat

when she drives away with the windows 

Down

I understand you’re happy now

But sometimes no amount of aloe vera

Can ease the sunburn beginning to peal 

off of my brain

And sometimes 

during the transitional seasons

i feel the independence raging in me

That pushes his lips down so far

That my toes feel cold again

And then its back into solid color

And I'll be around

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