Soft waves
clinging to you like plastic wrap
taste of mint
but the dulled kind of candy

abandoned pieces
an art project no one wanted to finish
they hope
you break apart in the oven.

Not fragile
not like this, not yet hardened
unpainted
for the paint would not stick but bleed.

Picked apart
for their failures, the inability to care.
Yours. Me, I
pick you apart to rebuild you.

Not a bit
you have not changed since they threw you
into the sea.
It is all that remains. You know it best.

You dry up
crumble, landlocked between California and
New York City.
I miss you