Summer Skin

A peculiar feeling of bittersweetnesslike shedding your summer skin to make room for the rawness of autumn,cold breezes penetrating deep into your bones.You’ve been asleep for months, lulled by the warmth and humidityof things being “just fine,”when the sharp tongue of the first breeze hits your cheek,shocking you awake and making you burrow into your covers,only … Continue reading Summer Skin

Six

Six of them, arranged just so, framing my head like a hand at the nape of my neck, drawing me closer to kiss my forehead. Six. Always six. Six strewn around me, tossed off the side while my hand grips another or holds it over my face so my gasps don’t wake my roommate. Six … Continue reading Six

Residue

He told me that small spiders will jump from tree to tree, bush to bush, letting a delicate string carry them safely on the wind, leaving residue behind that we walk into in the mornings. I listened, absorbed, nodded and wondered where my own string would lead if I jumped away from him.

Dizzy

I wanna dance around my kitchen with you, letting the music move us, spinning my head until my hair clings to the light sweat on my brow catches in my eyelashes and I blame my dizziness on the spins. I want you to jokingly shake your hips and be a surprisingly good dancer. I want … Continue reading Dizzy