I dug through my drawers in search of sunshine.
Leaves lost in my hair, and chlorine clinging to my shoulders and clothes. Stubborn, despite a run through the wash.
I crave this realness and motion to life. When I could feel the rush of heat and day move
Past me, if I didn’t let it pull me along.
These days, the air is still; settling sickly in my lungs.
It has nothing left to give, wrapping me so tight in its insipidness it is unbearable.
So when I dug through the drawer and saw worn laughter,
Year-old sunburns and friendship bracelets tied and unthreaded too many times to count
I let it echo in my ears, wear itself on my back and tie itself to my wrists
in dreamy efforts.
How can I continue to be drawn out day by day, consumed by all things tangible in this fever of sun?
Searching for you
Lost summer of 2020.
Leaves lost in my hair, and chlorine clinging to my shoulders and clothes. Stubborn, despite a run through the wash.
I crave this realness and motion to life. When I could feel the rush of heat and day move
Past me, if I didn’t let it pull me along.
These days, the air is still; settling sickly in my lungs.
It has nothing left to give, wrapping me so tight in its insipidness it is unbearable.
So when I dug through the drawer and saw worn laughter,
Year-old sunburns and friendship bracelets tied and unthreaded too many times to count
I let it echo in my ears, wear itself on my back and tie itself to my wrists
in dreamy efforts.
How can I continue to be drawn out day by day, consumed by all things tangible in this fever of sun?
Searching for you
Lost summer of 2020.
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