you already know summer

you've felt

the brambles and sweat, 

the curl of berry-stained lips.

you've seen

the cornflower sky stolen

by a red-orange river,

the evening still thick

with lightning bugs and laughter.

you've held

up your hair against the heat

and turned on a fan, 

while i stand here, in the grey,

skin pale and prickled.

you know

what i don't: that soon,

the sun will slide across the table

and glint off the silverware

at just the right moment,

turning me blind.

star

NH

15 years old

More by star

  • figures of the night

    we sat and imagined fireflies

    flitting between the tops of the RVs

    as the sun disappeared into muggy,

    illicit sludge. we realized we both liked

     the sticky-sweet taste of summer

  • The sun

    you're not

    leaving yet. no,

    i'll glue your limbs to the pavement,

    lower your waving hand,

    tell you

    something to make your eyes crinkle

    again.

    again,

    again,

    again.

  • Curl Cream

    I have been told

    To put curl cream in my hair

    Upside down, eyes 

    Straining against the ceiling light,

    Curls straining toward the tile floor,

    Bunching.

    I will smell