Soaring

I want last year's summer back,
the sweet smell of grass and salt and gasoline,
drifting through the warm breeze,
knowing a brown banana's waiting for me in the car. 
a friend waiting at the door, in the same shorts as yesterday,
with a few color alterations.
I'm rubbing bright white zinc sunscreen on my half burned, half tan face,
we take off to the beach, only a few steps away from their house.
then falling, falling,
slowly,
to the bay.
one second of peace,
before I land on my back.
the warm sand a new exfoliant. 
happy all over again. 

 

emi_art_now

NY

15 years old

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  • leaving the heart

    she takes the stairs, 

    her heels click clacking down the hardwood steps. 

    she turns the tarnished silver doorknob, 

    and the door creaks open. 

     

    before her sits a man. 

  • too far to hold

    I catch a glimpse. 

    from afar, 

    the shine of his silky hair in the golden sunlight

    his expression unreadable, 

    as if he's pondering something he'd never tell a soul. 

  • watching him

    Kathy watched out her window as Samuel left his apartment, 

    spit his gum on the ground

    and lit his cigarette. 

    the same as yesterday. 

    the same as every day.