I may be ill. Modern poetry.

I may be ill.

In summer, read aloud

Would rather freeze to death.

And don't get fucked.

In winter, read aloud

I would rather die of heat.

Don't be frozen into a dog.

Summer, longing

Lemonade, air-conditioned watermelon

Anxiety again

Stuffy air

Cicada chirps outside the window.

The disgusting smell of gasoline outside the door.

Put my heart on this hot sun.

Repeated frying and baking

winter ...

Looking forward to the solstice of winter

Mutton hotpot, hot spicy dip

Heating, computer, hot bed.

But teasing

Dry and cold

Frozen water pipes outside the wall

Clothes that won't dry in the sun are all moist.

My heart is like clothes.

Put it in cold water.

Constantly, soak, soak

Me, like this summer.

Just like this winter

The weather is uncomfortably hot,

Cold and unhappy.

I think I'm sick.