Effing Love Poems: Verdigris

Love me like copper—
malleable when new,
catching sunlight like fire.
Youth might mistake it for gold,
but we know copper’s more useful:
the old kettle heating
to rainbows, the patina
where the handle joins
the pot— signs of
the kitchen’s patterned use.
Love me like 
the fragile green 
of two pennies left
in the rain, corroded
together, fused
only roughly,
separate 
at their cores.

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