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july, then august again
i. in august
the dress was too heavy for august.
she made sugar cookies at the big house and we danced.
my dance was folk and hers was indie rock, -
apple burned.
i guess i wanted to swim in the lanterns,
i guess they weren't cold enough to breathe.
swimming was easier anyway but the lanterns couldn't have held me
they were round and red and rippling. apples with attitude. -
uncontrollable
The beckoning whale call.
The canoe, my tongue.
I, the sailor who cannot sail,
simply sits at the mouth and waits,
waits
for the whale
to open its wide galaxy and
exhale
My lukewarm brain. -
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Cold - A Tiny Writes Collaborative Poem
These awesome YWP writers describe what being cold is like: Roses, Mysticat, dogpoet, Treblemaker, LadyMidnight, laurenm, Moonsand, Yellow Sweater, Ice Blink, infinitelyinfinite3, amaryllis, Crescent_Moon, Whitney, cedar.
Frigid -
salty royalty
because I like the idea of being a queen,
grapevines twisting around my heart,
southern noons painted in pointalism,
beauteous con artists bringing me briny gold
and sand that I trailed over my checkered marble.
