charvermont

I open the back door and sit in its frame with my fever running high, enough to make my cheeks feel
pink & unsteady and every time I think it hurts, 

The bugs are dying at night, 
I say to my cousin as we sit by 
the pool in the pitch black heat. 

She laughs and says, I’m going to 
steal that line for a poem. I say nothing 

on a pink legal pad because this one time I read about a black-haired middle aged white woman
who lived in Manhattan and produced films and took all of her notes on pink legal pads, and the

we've finally entered the thick, humid heat that 
accompanies early summer rain [(everyone says they feel so 
good)(so alive)(oh, yes, I say)(but the concrete walls 

On Halloween, my friends and I dressed up as Donna & the Dynamos (from Mamma Mia!) and I wore this tight purple shirt with wide sleeves that draped around my arms, leaving me swimming in purple