we did not know then that we might only have ten more augusts we were too bent on how heavy the haze on complaining the days as we felt oppressed by the pressure not enraptured but captured under the weight of a blanket of heat only to realize too late that what we really wereContinueContinue reading “ten augusts”
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snowed in
in winter i miss my august body all skin and shimmer and sweat i miss my leo soul that sees sharp through tall blades of grass i miss my burning heart that dares and darts and daunts in winter i miss the earth of my kind
latent bloom
i can’t harvest an august heart in the winter moon i can’t dig up lava blood while crocus refuse to bloom i can’t insert this molten lead when frost still looms i can’t unless i was born too soon