It will be summer
Sweating birthday cakes
(Melted) and
Perfume to haunt you and
The dishes I washed when
My best friend suffocated
It only takes hands and brain
To want to die
There are boxes of pictures of people
I stole the name of the woman in green
It is an old photo and she is dead
A moment trapped somewhere
Where she is dying
Over and
Over
And over